I'll be goin out tonight
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I don't care what I do
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Hope I wake up in the mornin
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And I'm beaten black and blue
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I'ma feel tomorrow like a worn down pair of shoes
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The only point of this body here tonight is to be used
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Cuz I, I wanna feel that blood rushin in my veins
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I don't want this night to ever turn into day
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If I could only do all them things I wanted to
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While that spirit's rushin now in my veins
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Yes if I could only do all them things I wanted to
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Tonight I'm gonna go on down now to that river's edge
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I'ma pull all them dead ideas out my head
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I'm gonna open up the gate, let the coliseum scream
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Tonight the whole damn world's gonna know just what I mean
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Cuz I, I wanna feel that blood rushin in my veins
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I don't want this night to ever turn into day
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If I could only do all them things I wanted to
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While that spirit's rushin now in my veins
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Yes If I could only do all them things I wanted to
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While that spirit's rushin in my veins
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Tonight I'll put that match down to that gasoline
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Spin that rusty wheel and be burned by the steam
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Tonight I'll take that main line directing to the drain
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If you don't see me tomorrow know I died as I pleased
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Cuz I, I had to feel that blood rushin in my veins
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I don't want this night to ever turn into day
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Tonight I'm gonna do all them things that I want to
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While that spirit's rushin now in my veins
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Oh tonight I'm gonna do all them things I wanted to
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While that spirit's rushin in my veins
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Black Irish
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The Devil Makes Three |