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Lay down and wait |
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Save your guns for the night |
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There's a pink sound in the sundown |
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Let's step off for a second |
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Let's think about it |
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You can tame it, but you cannot keep me |
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This city bears my name |
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Death. Life. Good sons. Girls! |
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I'm not for keepers |
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It is in my blood, |
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But there's something about you |
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You can move me with your style |
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It's the sex and the wild |
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Death. Life. Good sons. And girls! |
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It's so natural |
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This thing between you and I |
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It's all that I am a good son |
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Might be the last time |
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I'll be coming home |
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Think I might hurt you, |
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Might hurt you badly |
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It's all that I am a bad son |
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I am the good son |
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It's all I am |
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Sound the bells |
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I'm off hook tonight |
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Oh how, pathetic is the life I've led |
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All I do is wrong, but I seem to do it right |
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It's so natural |
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This thing between you and I |
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It's all that I am a good son |
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Might be the last time |
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I'll be coming home |
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Think I might hurt you, |
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Might hurt you badly |
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It's all that I am a bad son |
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Might be the last time |
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I'll be coming home |
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Think I might hurt you, |
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Might hurt you badly |
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It's all that I am a bad son |
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Lay down and wait |
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Save your guns for the night |
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Wake me when I am |
