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I was born my papa's son |
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A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun |
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Now some of you would live through me |
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Then lock me up and throw away the key |
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Or just find a place to hide away |
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Hope that I'll just go away |
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That I feel alright, I feel alright tonight |
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I feel alright, I feel alright tonight |
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And I'll bring you precious contraband |
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And ancient tales from distant lands |
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Of conquerors and concubines and |
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Conjurers from darker times |
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Betrayal and conspiracy |
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Sacrilege and heresy |
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And I feel alright, I feel alright tonight |
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I feel alright, I feel alright tonight |
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I got everything you won't need |
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Your darkest fear, your fondest dream |
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I ask you questions, tell you lies |
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Criticize and sympathize |
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Yeah be careful what you wish for friend |
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Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again |
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I feel alright, yeah I feel alright tonight |
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Yeah I feel alright, I feel alright tonight |
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Yeah I feel alright, feel alright |
