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See the titie klitie hootie boogie woogie girl |
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Distraction no sex, her looks kills more then guns |
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Deceiving, believing the web she spins on you |
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Addicted, pathetic, predicted |
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For a while or for a day we chase the darkness away |
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Feel the morning (whispers) though a sunny day |
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I promise to take you back into the vault below |
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I'll rise you from the underworld |
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See the titie klitie hootie boogie woogie wicked girl |
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The sign of a pretty prickly ladies walking around with wicked souls |
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Chasing their eyes when they bleed again, oh baby girl oh baby gail |
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Chasing the life and let it roll |
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Black December leave the earth and let us feel the morning fire |
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The taping fingers on my shoulder make my demons scream and lie |
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Chasing their eyes when they bleed again, oh baby girl oh baby gail |
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Feeling their eyes and let them roll |
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Chasing a life and live it |
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Feeling the moment when they cry |
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My body is sentenced to see where they go |
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Still they are crying, and deny that mother earth has send them to shores far beyond |
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Are we all the wonder of a life that we can call our own |
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Oh baby baby still the guiding and the taping leaves us cold |
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Chasing their eyes when they bleed again, oh baby girl oh baby gail |
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Feeling their eyes and let them roll |
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Chasing a life and live it |
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Feeling the moment when they cry |
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My body is sentenced to see where they go |
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Still they are crying, and deny that mother earth has send them to shores far beyond |
