You've got black hair that floats like a river
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As it falls down the back of your neck
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But your heart is so cold that I shiver
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Then your trail is a graveyard wreaks
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And your act is all smoking mirrors
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And the crowd's getting wise to your tricks
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You better move it along to the next little song
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'Cause the air is getting thick as brick
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And time has everybody down in the end
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and honey you know you're next
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Yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end
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and honey you know you're next
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You've got stars of the night in your eyes
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That sends chills down a crippled mans spine
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There's blood on your hands from the locals who've died
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There's a black hole inside your mind
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Honey that's just how my thoughts run
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In this dark and depressing old night
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As I sit here alone by the disconnected phone
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And listen to the neighbours that fight
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Yeah the time catches up with us all in the end
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And honey you know you're next
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Yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end
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And honey, you know you're next
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Yeah honey, you know you're next
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You're Next
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| Caesars |
