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The jungle awaits the lion's return |
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Fully aware but heavily burned |
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Ignoring the claims of the three legged fool |
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Got to bent or got to be cruel, oh. |
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On again, on again, nailing my ass to the floor |
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On again, on again, another left hook to the jaw |
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Jesus, my heart's on the floor. |
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Too many battles, too many games |
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Too many women make a hard hearted man |
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Hearts you can touch but cold as a stone |
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Sleep is a reward for people alone. |
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Round again, round again, beatin' a path to my door |
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Round again, round again, spitting and scratching for more |
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Jesus, my heart's on the floor. |
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Looking down that lonely avenue |
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Trying to shake the dust from a woman's abuse |
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Open opinion, yes, a four letter fool |
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I'm lacing my drinks and my walking shoes. |
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Up again, down again, hung up to dry, what a bore |
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Up again, down again, stuck up a creek without oars |
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Jesus, my heart's on the floor |
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Jesus, my heart's on the floor. |
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Oh ... |
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Up again, down again, hung up to dry, what a bore |
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Up again, down again, stuck up a creek without oars |
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On again, on again, nailing my ass to the floor |
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On again, on again, another left hook to the jaw |
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Round again, round again, beatin' a path to my door |
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I said now, round again, round again, spitting and scratching for more |
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Jesus, my heart's on the floor |
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Jesus, my heart's on the floor. |
