In a black and far off corner of my mind
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There's a box of something I can't quite define
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It houses circus freaks, temptation and bad trips
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In an isolated corner of the box
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There's a trap door covered up with dirt and rocks
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It opens to the stairs that lead down to the crypt
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Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last step
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Do you know what you get?
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Cigarette
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On a dark and lonely road in my hometown
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Stands a house that long ago should've been torn down
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It reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and bad debt
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On a weather beaten transom in the house
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Walks a friend of mine that I call the old king mouse
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He dances in the moonlight and sleeps out on the steps
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Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath?
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Do you know what you get?
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Do you know where you're going when they've paid their last regrets?
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Do you know what you get?
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Cigarette
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In a black and far off corner of my mind
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There's a box of something I can't quite define
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It houses circus freaks, temptation and the Fayette County Fair
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And it reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and big hair
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Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath?
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Do you know what you get?
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Do you know where you're going when the devil starts to sweat?
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Do you know what you get?
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A cigarette
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Cigarette
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| The Clarks |
