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straight to the bottom of the deepest black sea
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high on a cargo of bootleg diesolene
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don't need no morning star to guide me back to shore
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burn all my blankets, I won't be home no more
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you might need a witness, let some angel testify
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burnin' from the kisses of a thousand long goodbyes
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the heat is shimmerin', it's time to throw the switch
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send off a beacon, there's panic on the bridge
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waves above us
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fire down below
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last chance to roll
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that Memphis Domino
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those tanks are gonna blow
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break down the hatches, there's a riot going on
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someone's screamin' murder but the killer's long gone
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creepin' round the cabin on your tattooed hands and knees
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tastes like the cure but hooks like a disease
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can't see those harbour lights, no streets to roam
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burn all my blankets, I won't be comin' home
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straight to the fire down below
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fire down below
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| The Black Sorrows |
