In the still of the night, I walk with the Beast
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in the heat of the night, I sleep with the Beast
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who slipped so deep inside me
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and rots the love right out of me
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I prayed to Elvis on my knees
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to take this thing from around me
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or snap it with a thundercrack
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and change my blues to black
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but, how did my love surround me
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with such a dead thing around me,
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I'm just walkin' I'm just walkin'
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I'm just walkin'
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Walkin' with the Beast...
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I'm not alone, there's trucks outside
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My body hurts, there's trucks outside
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you get lucky in the bar
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you're down and lucky in the dark
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indian winds across the skies
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black against the Nevada skies
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there's nothing you say that does not squeal
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there's nothing you want you do not steal
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well, how my love surrounds me
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with such a dead thing around me
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I'm just walkin' I'm just walkin'
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I'm just walkin'
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Walkin' with the Beast
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The Beast will be with me tonight
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wild across the western sky
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someday, I'll go to the mountain and take my stand
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and my spirit will rain all over this land
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Sick across the highway bar
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sick and going way too far
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it's the new world, see if you like it
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it's the new world, you cannot fight it
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Well, how my love done blessed me
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with such a dead thing around me,
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I'm just walkin' with the beast...
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Walking With The Beast
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| The Gun Club |
