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You've got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents |
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And one bad leg, you got it from the war |
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Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes |
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You can't wait to go and make some more |
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If you sneak out now, they'll never know you're missing |
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Before they're wise, you could be gone and back |
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While they stand guffawing in the kitchen |
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You're down the stair, and leave the screen unlatched |
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Leave that door unlatched |
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Swallowed up in silence, holding all your breath now |
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Wait for that familiar pull |
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Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by |
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With a deal you won't be able to refuse |
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No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring |
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And brother, you prepare yourself to |
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Offer up what you were born to lose |
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You move down the block, see curtains hung in tatters |
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The windows lit - the house is still awake |
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The girl upstairs is crying like it matters |
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Will she bend or will she only break |
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Just one more mistake |
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In no time she's disappearing through your fingers |
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Slips away so make it last |
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Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by |
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With a deal you won't be able to refuse |
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No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring |
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And brother, you prepare yourself to offer up |
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What you needed the most |
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Lord, he'll make you a ghost |
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If you do or if you don't |
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You've got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents |
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And one bad leg, you got it from the war |
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Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes |
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You can't wait to go and make some more |
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So go and make some more |
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Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by |
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With a deal you won't be able to refuse |
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No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring |
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And brother, you prepare yourself to |
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Offer up what you were born to lose |
