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A little bit of smoke in the sky |
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It's late in the evening |
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And the end of the summer |
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Burns upon your skin |
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It's never too late to cry |
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Or sleep with strangers |
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Show you things that you've never seen |
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Then I'll take you home |
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Far below the city burns |
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Now they'll come as your friend |
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And they'll warn about all the rats in the barn |
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Come closer and when they disarm |
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They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car |
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Cold blooded but some like it freezing |
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I keep my blood in the bar |
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Just when you've forsaken me |
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That's when |
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I turn my blinders on |
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And I'll make 'em bleed for my baby bird |
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You are loved by me |
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You are loved |
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You are loved by me |
