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I got a chrome-plated heart |
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Wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart |
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Got Angels crying from up above |
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And they got rust in their eyes |
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They got rust on their love |
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But I have learned to leave no stone unturned |
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Keep the wall against my back |
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And the love is real as the day is long |
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And the night is black |
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As black as night |
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I got a two dollar stare |
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Midas in my touch and Delilah in my hair |
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I got bad intentions on the soles of my shoes |
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With this red hot fever and these chromium blues |
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And I will feel another lovers wheel |
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Drive for miles and not look back |
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And the love is real as the day is long |
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And the night is black |
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As black as night |
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And I'll dance in time and the times are rough |
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And I'll pay the price and I'll pray that it's enough |
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And just outside the door where it always rains |
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I'll take the time to polish but these scratches and these stains |
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On my chrome-plated heart |
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With wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart |
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Got Angels crying from up above |
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And they got rust in their eyes |
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They got rust on their love |
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And the only way I know where the train will go |
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When I'm sleeping on the tracks |
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And the love is real as the day is long |
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And the night is black |
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As black as night |
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The night is black |
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As black as night |
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Chrome-plated heart |
