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In my eyes, indisposed |
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In disguise as no one knows |
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Hides the face, lies the snake |
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The sun in my disgrace |
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Boiling heat, summer stench |
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'Neath the black the sky looks dead |
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Call my name through the cream |
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And I'll hear you scream again |
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Black hole sun |
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Won't you come |
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And wash away the rain |
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Black hole sun |
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Won't you come |
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Won't you come |
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Stuttering, cold and damp |
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Steal the warm wind tired friend |
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Times are gone for honest men |
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And sometimes far too long for snakes |
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In my shoes, a walking sleep |
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And my youth I pray to keep |
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Heaven send Hell away |
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No one sings like you anymore |
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Hang my head, drown my fear |
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Till you all just disappear |