As I hold my head down
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Against a whipping hard rain babe
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Slaps me like a sheet
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Sheets of rain coming down
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As I dig my heels deep
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In a minefield of muddy water
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I hear a voice loud and low
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Stays with me wherever I go sayin'
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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Accept this as a truth
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For old as well as youth
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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As sure as you are born
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Though you may be weak and torn
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As a snake pulls up beside me
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Thinking that my name is Eve
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My dark side starts to chide me
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But I bring him down to his knees
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As I close my eyes tight
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Deep in meditation
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Peaceful sleep evades me
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But a low pitched drone invades me sayin'
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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Though you run you cannot hide
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It's a truth that shall abide sayin'
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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It will find you in the morning
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A heartache for your warning
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As I shake my head twice
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Saying I'd rather fight than switch
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I was land rich but penny poor
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But I couldn't tell which from which
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As my kneecaps break the fall
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Of my begging for grace and favour
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Bell, Book and Candle holds me
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But a spellbinding whisper scolds me saying
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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Though your vision may be bleary
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And your eyes that see may be weary - but
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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On your mind it will wear
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Ignore it if you dare
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As I shed my second skin
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Beneath a bullet box roller-coaster
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I view my transformation
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Through the veil of a jokester
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As I gain my second sight
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I shed a tear and I shake the crowd
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I used to rather be dead than humble
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But now I'd rather be dead than proud
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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After deep time tossed confusion
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I came to my own conclusion that
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You will pay tomorrow for what
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You do today
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Accept this as a notion
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As fish breathe in the dirty ocean
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You Will Pay Tomorrow
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Terence Trent D'arby |