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The Classic Crime - The Count |
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Be good to me as you once were |
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when you pulled me from the brink of death |
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My enemies were frenzied for a taste of my flesh |
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And now I've got the same feeling again |
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The beasts are closing in their teeth are dripping with rattlesnake poison |
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So I will run into Your open arms I've got nowhere else to go |
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I don't want to live like this anymore |
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Trading truth for the simple things |
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I don't want to live like this anymore |
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Will You give me the will to sing out |
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When I'm filled with the darkest of doubt |
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When I'm down for the count |
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Protect me from mutiny |
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From those who miscarried your baby |
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From those who miscarried the truth |
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So they could selfishly do whatever they thought was pleasing |
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Protect me from insincerity |
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From between their teeth it's practically oozing |
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Their eyes are hollow and blind they're always wasting my time |
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And it's time that I'm losing |