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It's not enough to feel it |
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It needs to overwhelm you |
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These senses you are having, you need for them to blind you |
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And you would |
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Shoot the tin man in his heart |
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But I will be the bait |
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I will pose as pious for you |
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and keep the pressing eyes, from anything to fumble and blow |
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a smoke screen when you go |
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I was happy but now I'm leaving |
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Here's the rest of my beer |
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I'm going home with my demons |
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You said your husband is gone |
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So hide your harmful hand |
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I didn't mean anything, I just wrote it all down |
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To sing about it later on |
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I've got a knuckle through the wall |
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And a hand in your skirt |
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You could ask me again |
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It might even get worse as this wreck |
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Becomes a path to my past |
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I was happy but now I'm leaving |
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Here's the rest of my beer |
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I'm going home with my demons |
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I was happy but now I'm leaving |
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Here's the rest of my beer |
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I'm going home with my demons |
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I'm reviewing all these notes |
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And I've rivaled these possessions |
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It's the first that's most notable, what somebody told you in response |
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To Molly Rose and Lee McGowen |
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I was happy but now I'm leaving |
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Here's the rest of my beer |
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I'm going home with my demons |
