I'm scared of the things I think of
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when night comes along.
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Something gets hold of me.
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Something I can't never see.
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Oh, it's a wicked world
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Awaits the ones our young girls bear
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Oh, I need somebody to hold me
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In the fading light of this coming night.
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In the fading light of this coming night.
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How many whores have walked through that door
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Lain by my side & climbed in my mind
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& taken me down to where the heat
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blisters the skin upon my feet
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makes me reach out & weep for the days when
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I was pure of heart & slept in peace.
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Oh, it's a wicked world
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Awaits the ones our young girls bear
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Oh, I need somebody to hold me
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In the fading light of this coming night.
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In the fading light. This coming night.
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In the fading light.
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Of this coming night.
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In the fading light
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this is the night.
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This Is The Night
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