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A lonesome joker I've become
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crawling at your gate
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I remember in my better days
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I was not the one to wait
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that leaving kiss is on your lips
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that secret is all mine
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and I'm handing down my calling card
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to the hands of old man time
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And you just might get lucky
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you just might want to kiss the ground
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'cause I'm giving out my calling card
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to anyone around
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I'm hanging up my mourning coat
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I'm handing down my chains
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I'm walking off this sinking boat
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and nothing shall remain
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I'm stepping out into the sun
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looking for my day
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these simple things now I've received
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are bound to light my way
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Won't you save me
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for love is a fearless enemy
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won't you save me
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I see these days become tomorrow
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with only myself left to follow
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I'll slide the pieces up my sleeve
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I'll take the guilty down
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the broken lovers I believe
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are better lost than found
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they're burning letters by the fire
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the river rolls and turns
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I hear the whisper on the wire
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the loser never learns
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CALLING CARD
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| The Black Sorrows |
