You told me you had money coming down the way
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"Can I borrow fifty bucks, man, just to get me through the day"
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You promised you were free this time of all of your old ways
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But I bought your story last time, and I can't afford to buy today
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And I think I see the drummers now
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They're coming down the road
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They're striking up a funeral beat
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They heard you're getting old
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I know you. You ain't fought 'em
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You let 'em play the song
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Then you fell in step when they asked you
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if you wanted to come along
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CHORUS
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What a wicked web we weave
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when first we practice to deceive
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Spinnin out a house of make-believe
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We're like a serpent on the ear of Eve
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Well, brother if you mean to tell the truth
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You better improve your diction
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Cause the words that you been letting slide
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are definitely fiction
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I been lookin for a place
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to lay my sorrow down
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And I found out where to lay your lies
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up on that dying ground
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God knows what your debt has cost
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It's already been paid
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On a Roman cross, a screaming man
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and a cave where He was laid
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Wicked Web
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| Waterdeep |
