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Your hand is shaking |
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By the sweet candle light |
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As the sugar comes to boil |
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If you don't spill |
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You've got it right now |
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Pull back the trigger |
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Draw enough for your run |
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There's a hole that screams your name |
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And now you've got to get it on, now |
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She brings you comfort |
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And she makes you feel good |
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But she never answers questions |
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That you've ever understood, no |
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Just let your mind go |
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And your body will come |
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But be sure that come tomorrow |
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You know where to get you some, boy |
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It's too late |
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Now you've gotta get straight |
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Can you hold yourself together |
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When your blood holds your fate? |
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It's too late |
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Now you've gotta get straight |
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This is something that you've started for the end you can't wait |
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It's too late. |
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Oh, it's too late |
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Oh, it's too late |
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Ooh, it's too late |
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What used to be a kick |
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Or something for fun |
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Now is making your decisions |
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And it's seldom the right one, and |
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Pull back the trigger |
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Draw enough for your run |
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There's a hole that screams your name |
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And now we've get it on, boy |
