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[Hook] |
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How many colors does she need to know |
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When you're way way way down in the hole |
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When the night time comes round |
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When the night time comes around |
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When the night time comes round |
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In the night |
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[Verse 1] |
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If fortune sides with him who dares |
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A life in bliss in the Garden of Eden |
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One bad kiss from Casanova, prestige over, keep the claws |
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He may be old but his mind's like a razor |
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Dissipate, disappear like vapour |
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Cufflinks on a chartered curator |
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Haven the wager |
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[Verse 2] |
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Work your life, don't ask why |
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Give your mother good goodbye |
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Show me where you run and hide |
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Drop your gun, fix your tie |
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Don't you know the price is low? |
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(Fire in the hole) |
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Way down in the hole |
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Told you once, told you twice |
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La de da, roll the dice |
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I'm gunna tell you twice |
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[Verse 3] |
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[?] but a young man in a suit |
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Silhouettes and recruits |
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Snakes in the bushes were none the wiser |
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Lost direction I'll come to Dada |
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Call on the doctor, bring on the healing |
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Insert the brother, hit the kill switch |
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View my crime but nothing published |
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Choir-boys singing, my demise it's hunting season |
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(It's hunting season) |
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(It's hunting season) |
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(It's hunting season) |
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(It's hunting season) |
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[Hook] |
