welcome to the end of the night
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where everyone reeks of stale smoke
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dirty jokes.
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stop me if you've heard this one
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the ransoms over
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where's my cut? (cut, cut, cut)
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skewered on an open flame
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i bought you off the spit pose for me.
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paws and knees
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trace around the switchblade gash
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we're all born fresh.
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but now we rot (rot rot rot)
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i'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town
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you're just what i need to bring me down
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i've got enough strength for one more round
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is it good for you?
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well it's good for me baby.
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i'm the lucky son of a bitch you need
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to keep alive your losing streak
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i've got one more trick up my sleeve
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does it work for you?
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well it works for me baby.
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and you can't tear your eyes away
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cuz she's got such a pretty face
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and filthy fucking mind
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i will wait
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outside the gates
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and i won't leave
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till you show me what's on the inside
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i can't shake
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this lack of sleep
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it feasts on me
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till you show me what's on the inside
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i'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town
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you're just what i need to bring me down
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i've got enough strength for one more round
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is it good for you?
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well it's good for me baby.
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our mothers sleep with lottery dreams
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our fathers built the pyramid schemes
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nothing is ever what it seems
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but it works for you
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cuz it works for me
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you just had yourself a taste
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of how sweet the life could be
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if you could just leave yours behind.
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You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself
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| The Bled |
