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Now you complain and say you want the keys |
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Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be |
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Forget the knots around your neck |
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You say you remember, baby, you forget |
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Hey hey, this much is true |
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I never trusted you |
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Hey hey, this much is true |
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Now I'd burn black for you |
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And I try just to forget |
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Never, I won't |
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Never, I won't |
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Never, ever, never |
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Saying things that you can't hear |
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My dumb mouth to your deaf ear |
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Gushing lump, a violent smear |
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My dumb mouth to your deaf ear |
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Hey hey, this much is true |
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I never twisted you |
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Hey hey, this much is true |
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Baby, I'd burn black for you |
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No, I won't go down to it |
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Never, I won't |
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Never, I won't |
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Never, I won't Never |
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Crawl right up the wall |
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Up the stairs and down your hall |
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Now you beg and you want me |
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Over my dead body, baby, that's where I'll be |
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And you laugh at my disease |
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While sugar runs from my arteries |
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Hey hey, this much is true |
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I never bothered you |
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Hey hey, this much is true |
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Baby, I'd burn black for you |
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And I try just to forget |
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Never, I won't |
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Never, I won't |
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Never, I won't |
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Never |
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Starts out like magic, some sick religion |
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That ain't no vulture, that's a fucking pigeon |
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She's got vultures in her hair |
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And blood and feathers, they are everywhere |
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You want retreat, filthy and deep |
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A dead moon, a drunken seed |
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Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth |
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And I am waiting in that room |
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And I am sorry I did that for you |
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It's all whores, it's all pain |
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It's all disease, man, it's all the same |
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My little Judas, my little twin |
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Where you start, that's where I begin |
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She said, \"I want it NOW!\" |