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Don't make a liar of me |
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Don't listen well 'cause you were always on my knee |
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Don't sing all you can |
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All you receive is lying open on my hand |
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And there's little inspiration |
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No room to fight |
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But i wanted to be there this time |
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'cause i've got the devil on my shoulder |
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And there's fire in my eyes |
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Whose head will be heavy this time |
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As i'm swinging down with the misfits |
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And through greater glories now |
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All this all this is good |
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All you believed and all you never understood |
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You can know |
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All your pretense |
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And all your never letting go |
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And there's little inspiration |
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No room to fight |
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But i wanted to be there this time |
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'cause i've got the devil on my shoulder |
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And there's fire in my eyes |
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Whose head will be heavy this time |
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As i'm swinging down with the misfits |
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And through greater glories now |
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Old man would look at my look at my |
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These days would look at my look at my |
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These days would look at my look at my whole life |
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And there's something between |
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And its alright there's something in between |
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Old man when you kissed her |
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She didn't seem to mind |
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And all of your horses tried |
