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I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes |
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All the circling wagons and where |
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I draw the line |
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All the birds of prey that keep searching |
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Have come to feast on my little black heart |
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And some get discouraged |
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Yeah, while the other ones starve |
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We've got to keep moving on |
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And on and on and on and on |
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Though the dust might settle on my bones |
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My blood will sneak out after dark, oh, oh, oh |
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Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party |
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That catches you and brings you to my little black heart |
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A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in |
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And I just keep repeating every goddamn thing |
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I try to trim some fat from the evening |
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Throw some meat to the wolves gathered 'round |
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Oh, I still get discouraged' |
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Cause it's just slowing me down |
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We've got to keep moving on |
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And on and on and on and on |
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Though the dust might settle on my bones |
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My blood will sneak out after dark |
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Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party |
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That catches you and brings you to my little black heart |
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Everybody got their own thing |
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What's mine is yours and yours is nothing |
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Everybody got their own thing |
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What's mine is mine and |
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I got something |
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Though the dust might settle on my bones |
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My blood will sneak out after dark, oh, oh, oh |
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Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party |
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That catches you and brings you to my little black heart |
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And even if you're nowhere to be found |
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I have been searching from the start, oh, oh, oh |
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Time will set the trap as strong as |
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I wasThat catches you and brings you to my little black heart |
