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Sunlight was hot, and your mother was calling |
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My chest burning, rising falling |
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Dog licking drips from our garage tap |
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Miles from nowhere just a little dot on the map |
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I believe you will lead me to a life of crime |
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Tore the clothes off our backs and looked into the sun |
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Fouled our mouths with the sin of our tongues |
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And with sand between our toes |
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And with stains on our sheets |
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Down there damn was done |
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Because the flesh was weak |
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Flesh was weak, down there damn be done |
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And around our necks the shame was hung |
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I believe you will lead me to a life of crime |
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Now your tracks are still fresh |
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And the branches are broken |
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Nothing was stolen |
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But your window was open |
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I followed the tracks that you left behind |
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I followed the rail and the curve of your spine |
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And the grass still grows on the side of the road |
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Sun still burns |
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Rain still fails |
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Sin still burns little fiery holes |
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I hold on tight now to nothing at all |
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I believe you will lead me to a life of crime |
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Now my vision is dimmer |
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And the weather is colder |
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I went out for a ten-minute walk |
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That's the last thing I remember |
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That was the 5th, now its December |
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Hey get well soon darling, I hope you recover |
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I believed you would lead me through this life of crime |
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I believed you would lead me as the blind lead the blind |
