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Now the devil is old and diseased |
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In the very heart of each bone |
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All the sons have gone to their mothers |
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To learn the things that will count |
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Those who die may come back |
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"How you leave today" does not |
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And if you wanna get down below |
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Then you'll get down below |
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How I'd like to live in a city |
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That don't breed for spiritless dreams |
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But I'll stay awake and I'll pray |
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Let them go away if they want |
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"My ****ing youth in a sewer" |
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Is not the loss to be grieved |
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And I got no hate for you |
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Honey, No good it will ever be |
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If I can't make it here I'm not gonna make it |
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If not here, I'm not gonna make it anywhere |
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"My ****ing youth in a sewer" |
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Is not the loss to be grieved |
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And I got no hate for you |
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Honey, No good it will ever be |
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Poor devil's ass for god's fist |
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If what you are is being a no one |
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And if you wanna get down below |
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Then you'll get down below |
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Oh oh oh oh, Is it like that |
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Will the little town little boots |
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Melt away, Melt into this world |
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If I can't make it here I'm not gonna make it |
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If not here, I'm not gonna make it anywhere |
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Anywhere, Anywhere |
