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I know a place |
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Where the visitor always stays |
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Beauty runs 'em down |
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When they chance to cross that way |
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Through the night |
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I hear that strain |
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Beauty's on my trail again |
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Try to run but my legs are lame |
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Through the night |
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I hear the (strain) |
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Out on that plain |
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It's anybody's fault |
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Open up your heart |
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In pours the salt |
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Through the night |
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I hear that strain |
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Beauty's on my trail again |
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Try to run but my legs are lame |
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Through the night |
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I hear the strain |
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Open up your mind, |
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In pours the trash |
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Open up your mouth |
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And the lightning starts to flash |
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Through the night |
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I hear that strain |
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Beauty's on my trail again |
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Try to run but my legs are lame |
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Through the night |
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I feel the strain |
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Through the night, hear the strain |
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Through the night, feel the strain |
