(Lanegan)
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Did you call for the night porter?
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You smell the blood running warm
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I stay close to this frozen border, so close I can hit it with a stone
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Now something crawls right up my spine
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That I always got to follow
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Turn out the lights
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Don't see me drawn and hollow
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Just blood running warm
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No one needs to tell you that
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There's no use for ya here anymore
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And where are your friends?
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They've gone away
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It's a different world, they left you to this
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To janitor
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The emptiness
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So let's get it on
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When the sun is finally going down, and you're overdue to follow
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But you're still above the ground
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What ya got comin' is hard to swallow
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Like blood running warm
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Did they call for the night porter
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And smell the blood, blood running warm
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Well I've been waitin at this frozen border, so close you could hit it with a stone
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When Your Number Isn't Up
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| Mark Lanegan |
