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For forty days and for forty nights |
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I been walkin' down these streets |
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Tryin' to get it right |
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But down there lies darkness |
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Down there lies the past |
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Down there my conscience |
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Kinda kicked my ass |
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You got me runnin' for cover |
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Runnin' from bein' me |
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You got me runnin' for cover |
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For cryin' out loud |
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I hear them moanin' from distant lands |
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Have some hookers shut 'em up with some swollen glands |
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Now beggin's changed, |
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I guess you'll do |
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Just a hood rat all jacked off and tangled up in blue |
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There's blood at home, there's blood on my street |
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How am I to smile in complete defeat? |
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Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo, tryin' to feel alive |
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I'm jumpin' into limbo and |
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I like itYou got me runnin' for cover |
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Runnin' from bein' me |
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You got me runnin' for cover |
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For cryin' out loud |
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Into the quiet dusk |
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I see curvy clouds chokin' up on irony |
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I give it a pause and |
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I break to the left |
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But I'm wasted and |
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I can't seem to catch my breath |
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Here I go, just one more time |
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Findin' out what's goin' on with the party line |
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Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo tryin' to feel alive |
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I'm jumpin' into limbo and |
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I like itYou got me runnin' for cover |
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Runnin' from bein' me |
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You got me runnin' for cover |
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For cryin' out loud |
