In the shadow of the whole
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Where my door used to be
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You never give up, you want more out of me
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Come on in, help yourself
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Scratch around over these empty shelves
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There’s nothing else that I can see except a string of these in some old bowery
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You rip flesh from a bone
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You sip blood from a stone
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I will consider a life of crime
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So I can feed these kids of mine
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And should I fall down, should I fail
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I’ll spend the rest of my days in some stinking jail
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I won’t know who left me to your side
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Stripped of my dignity low and dry
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You rip flesh from a bone
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You sip blood from a stone
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Uh that’s damn nothing
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Uh, I don’t care
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You rob me blind without a gun
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How can you sleep after what you’ve done?
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There’s nothing but darkness deep in your soul
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There’s no reflection, it’s dark and it’s cold
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[x2]
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You rip flesh from a bone
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You sip blood from a stone
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Blood From A Stone
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| Deep Purple |
