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The devil's dealing dirty |
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In broken hearts and counterfeit currency |
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The living isn't easy |
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When a heart's regret can tax the air you breathe |
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But like diamonds we shine |
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Up against the sheet of night |
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The jet-black sheet of night |
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We overtake the cityscape's |
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We scale the heights |
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We break but we don't die |
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Whoa, we've got a blood |
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We've got a love that'll brave the flood |
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Whoa, we've got a blood |
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We've got a love that'll brave |
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The cold will leave you guilty |
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And the wind will shake you like a tambourine |
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The dogs will leave you hungry |
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And your superiors will tax the blood you bleed |
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But like diamonds we shine |
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Up against the sheet of night |
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The jet-black sheet of night |
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We overtake the cityscape's |
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We scale the heights |
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We break but we don't die |
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Whoa, we've got a blood |
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We've got a love that'll brave the flood |
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Whoa, we've got a blood |
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We've got a love that'll brave the flood |
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But like diamonds we shine |
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Up against the sheet of night |
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The jet-black sheet of night |
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We overtake the cityscape's |
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We scale the heights |
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We break but we don't die |
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The devil's dealing dirty |
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In broken hearts and counterfeit |
