Night descended like a blanket, on the house
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Where I miss you like a limb.
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I close the curtains, shun the working and
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I put your record on.
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I put your record on.
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I, the lonely tax collector, never had
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Such a feeling before you came.
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You descended, I amended
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And I need it like a hole in the head.
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I need it like a hole in the head.
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You took me to the lion's den
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And waited for the beast to begin.
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[repeat]
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Lion's Den
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| Dry The River |