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Let me tell you about the night, |
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Of all the things that you hide inside, |
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For in the blood that rushes red, |
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All of lifes secrets can be read |
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No use crying out, |
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I'll show you what hoodoo's about, |
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Dig up the fear that drags you down, |
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Oh baby let me see you drown |
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Let me tell you about the night, |
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Of dark passion that shuns the light, |
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Don't you hold it back, |
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The deepest flame burns always black |
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Whoa, It ain't the hand of god, |
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Whoa, Crushin' your heart |
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Whoa, It ain't the hand of god, |
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Whoa, Crushing your heart |
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Let me tell you about the night, |
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Where angels dance and angels die, |
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I'm gonna get you little girl, |
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Show you some underworld |
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No use cryin' out, |
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Fear no evil that's what night's all about, |
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And don't you try to hold it back, |
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The deepest flame burns always black |
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Whoa, It ain't the hand of god, |
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Whoa, Crushin' your heart |
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Whoa, It ain't the hand of god, |
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Crushing your heart |
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Bleed me a river, |
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Bleed me a river, |
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Bleed me a river, |
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Bleed me a river, |
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Bleed me a river. |
