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This prayer is for wisdom |
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This one here's for grace |
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In peter's land of never never |
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Exploding stars and space |
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Candy's gone into hiding |
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Sandy's out on bail |
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Out in the open market now |
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Everything's for sale |
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If the girls and drugs don't get you |
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The liquor surely will |
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This one's for jody |
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Can't buy a thrill |
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If this old world don't beat you |
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I swear on my last pill |
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Can't get around much |
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Can't buy a thrill |
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It's cold in english winter |
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It's cold in english sun |
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Curled up tight in my room |
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With old steely gun |
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Photos and paper cuttings |
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Adorn the walls and floor |
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The telephones rings endlessly |
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No one answers anymore |
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If the girls and drugs don't get you |
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The liquor surely will |
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This one's for jody |
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Can't buy a thrill |
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If this old world don't beat you |
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I swear on my last pill |
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Can't get around much |
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Can't buy a thrill |
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No one coming by much |
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No one coming here |
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Only the wild eyed stranger |
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Trading on my fear |
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Out across the distance |
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Beating on my door |
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I hear mamas footsteps now |
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Bolting up the door |
