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Lights out, |
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punching your lights out, |
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punching your, |
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hello, they call me, I am |
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on the prowl (he's on the prowl) |
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hello, they call me, I am |
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hailing a cab (he puts his hand to the air) |
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what kind of verman are |
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creeping on the streets tonight. |
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It's 4 am and i am creeping on the streets tonight. |
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I'll save my life |
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for something good, oh yeah, |
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for something good, oh yeah, |
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for something good, |
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and when you're punching skulls |
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on the bathroom floor, oh yeah, |
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does it get you, oh yeah, |
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does it get you off to know |
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that sometimes we all blackout. |
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Lights out, poor thing that i am, |
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all alone (he's standing cold in the rain) |
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hello, they call me, I am |
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raging lightning (he puts his hand to the air) |
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what kind of verman are |
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swimming on the street tonight. |
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It's 4 am and i am coming after you tonight. |
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She'll save her life |
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for something good, oh yeah, |
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for something good, oh yeah, |
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for something good. |
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and when he's punching her skull |
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on the bathroom floor does it get him off, oh yeah, |
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does it get him off, oh yeah |
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does it get him off to know |
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that sometimes we all blackout. |
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Suck it up, |
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dry your tears, |
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i'll lift you up, |
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says the angel here, |
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little girl, |
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feel the rage, |
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turn your head, |
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walk down that hall and put yourself to bed. |
