Just like a scab on the streets
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I see you bleeding from your alley
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and all you thought it would be
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sorry baby you can't have me
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'cause you're sinkin' so low you're going down
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you're sinking so low that
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yeah you're sinkin' so low you can't be found
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you're going down yeah
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and you're saying to me
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(and you're saying to me)
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you really want a better way of living
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(a better way of living)
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but it seems to me
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(and it seems to me)
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all you need is a better grip on life
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and you're saying to me
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(and you're saying to me)
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you really want a better way of living
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(a better way of living)
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but it seems to me
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(and it seems to me)
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that all you've got is a better way to die
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you're nothing special to me
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I can't take you but I can leave you
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and all you thought it would be
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sorry baby I can't save you
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Jane Doe
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| The Black Halos |
