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there's a demon in the bottle
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a preacher in the yard
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what's that crashin' in the cellar
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who's tearin' up the boulevard
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someone's roped up in the back seat
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ain't no room left in the trunk
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she needs some vital information
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he's spittin' out the same old junk
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collect that package at the station
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clean those stains from your dress
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no need to make a reservation
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the signalmaster don't care less
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arm-in-arm together we'll meet the midnight train
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safe as hell together we'll beat the drivin' rain
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sleep through the hurricane
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creepin' down the fire escape in someone else's hat and cape
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howlin' curses at the moon, hummin' some forgotten tune
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cuttin through the dead night air, know the place, I'll meet you there
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broken glass and dried up mud, leakin' gas and butcher's blood
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there's poison in the bottle
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mad prophet's in his grave
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one more bullet in this chamber
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ain't no time to misbehave
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there's been talk about salvation
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it was just a playful romp
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it could be my imagination
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but somethin's movin' in the swamp
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sleep through the hurricane
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| The Black Sorrows |
