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Too late the cry I'm walking by |
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I'm sorry but I've gotta go |
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With your facial contortions |
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And your evil proportions |
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I think I'd be better off alone |
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Music sweet music drifts down the street |
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With your head beneath the blankets you'd never know |
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Laying beside you is another desperate brother |
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He got no better place to go |
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Through the long nights that followed |
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Heartache and hollow |
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Kicking off a dead man's shoes |
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These soft white sheets are dirty |
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I gotta iradicate every last trace of you |
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He's a monkey turning tricks; |
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A dancer for tips |
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He'll show you everything |
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For the right kind of dough |
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And in walks my lady |
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Thank you god, you gave me |
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A reprieve a pardon so long death row |
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Let's roll |
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Through the long nights that followed |
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Heartache and hollow |
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A smack in the mouth would change your tune |
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These soft white sheets are dirty |
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You know I gotta fumigate this room. |
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Shine a little light |
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Shine a little light |
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On you soul |
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Shine a little light |
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On your soul |
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Shine a little |
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Shine a little light |
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Shine a little |
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Shine a little light |
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On your soul |
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Shine a little light |
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Hunted, cheated, battered and bleeding |
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What did I ever do to you? |
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Shine a little light |
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On your soul |
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Shine a little light |
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Shine a little light |
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On your soul |
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Shine a little light |
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No lizard, no vulture |
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No two-headed beast of folk law |
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Ever had the gaul to sink so low |
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Nothing else cuts quite like a knife |
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Shine a little light |
