The price of your soul is less than the cab fare
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That gets you home before the living end
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The dead part of you leaves me with a blessing
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From a destruction of your beauty
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Your self-hatred your self-pity
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There's so little of you left
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The dead part of you takes me out
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And says the beast in me is fading fast
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And leaves me with a great big goodbye hug
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It's busy clinging to the dead part of the past
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You only love one thing
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And there's so little of it left
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He has taken everything
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And there's so little of you left
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You're just a baby in the back seat
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That a door slam sends crying into the world
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And a cab driver's in a hurry that matters more than
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More than anything we can hope for from the world
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You only love one thing
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And there's so little of it left
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He has taken everything
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And there's so little of you left
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The Dead Part of You
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| American Music Club |
