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DeVille |
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Down the back streets of desire |
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Left on lonesome street |
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Where there's smoke there is fire |
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Lost love and hungry eyes roam free, roam free. |
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On the boulevard of broken dreams |
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All through the long cold night |
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There's empty chances and longing glances |
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Dead romances are locked out, cold outside. |
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They say the heart is a lonely hunter |
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A lonely hunter in the dark |
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Hear them drums beat loud as thunder |
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It's a lonely hunter and a lonely hunted heart. |
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In a dark room there's tragic magic |
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There's a heart that's torn apart |
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All those spells that no one catches |
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It's a lonely, lonely hunted heart. |
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They say the heart is a lonely hunter |
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A lonely hunter in the dark |
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Hear them drums beat loud as thunder |
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It's a lonely hunter and a lonely hunted heart |
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It's just a lonely hunted heart, yeah-hey. |
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It's a lonely hunter and a lonely hunted heart |
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Lonely hunted heart, hey-hey. |
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Lonely, lonely hunted heart, yeah |
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It's just a lonely hunted heart, yeah |
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A lonely hunted heart ... |
