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Black raven flyin' |
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tonight through the cold, |
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wind blowin' in your lover's eyes, |
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you know the trouble goes down |
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before the morning light. |
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She got gold in her pocket, |
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a knife in her hand, |
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runnin' through the desert with a killing man . |
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Daddy's still drivin' |
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Delilah home. |
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She can roll with your body, |
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She can hide in your mind, |
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She can set you on fire, |
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like the Lord's on her side |
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Yeah, she's got a ghost in the mirror, |
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when you look, you see her. |
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Bring her roses, bring her wine. |
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When the lights go out, |
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when the lights go out, |
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when the lights go out, |
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she's ragin' on. |
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you had no idea you were dancing with |
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the devil in his ballroom, |
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whispering your name |
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so you can't hear the wolves |
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Yeah, she's got a ghost in the mirror, |
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when you look, you see her. |
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Bring her roses, bring her wine. |
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When the lights go out, |
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when the lights go out, |
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when the lights go out, |
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she's ragin' on. |
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She can roll with your body, |
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She can hide in your mind, |
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She can set you on fire, |
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like the Lord's on her side |
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When the lights go out, |
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when the lights go out, |
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when the lights go out, |
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she's ragin' on. |
