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I'm serenaded by a chorus |
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of 1,000 burning cigarettes. |
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you were taking chances, mama |
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while I've been placing bets. |
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So tell it to the ashes |
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they know we've served. |
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it may be good for the soul |
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but it's hard on the nerves. |
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the very thing that drives you |
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can drive you insane. |
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I've got a head full of funk rhymes |
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and a number with no name. |
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got an eleventh hour Jesus |
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and a mouth full of blame. |
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casket lined with silver dollars |
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and a number with no name. |
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number with no name. |
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there's no where to run |
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I've got no one to tell. |
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my face has become a mask |
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and i'm not wearing it well. |
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for the last 5 days i've been breathing fire. |
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don't have room on my body for another scar. |
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the very thing that drives you |
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can drive you insane. |
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i've got a head full of thunk rhymes |
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and a number with no name. |
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got an eleventh hour Jesus |
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trying to explain. |
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casket lined with silver dollars |
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and a number with no name. |
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number with no name. |
