Over there in the shadows
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Hanging out in the corner of my mind
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Stringing up the gallows
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Waiting on me to cross that line
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That man's dangerous as hell, a threat to himself
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If he got out there'd be hell to pay
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And that's why, my dark side, don't ever see the light of day
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I slowed down on the whiskey
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Cause there always came a point
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When I'd have one too many,
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Tear down every wall in that joint
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I got a wife and got a son that don't know half the stuff I've done
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And I pray that's the way it stays
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And that's why my dark side don't ever see the light of day
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You can blame it on my rebel raisin', blame it on the south
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You can blame it on the words I try to keep here in my mouth
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It takes a lot to start me up but once that hammer drops
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You don't want to be the one that tries to make me stop
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All you thugs and ugly mugs dealing drugs and making noise
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You can kill each other all you want but if you touch my little boy
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You begging for this bullet will be the last thing that you say
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Before I let my dark side...
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ha ha
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...come out to play
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Dark Side
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| Eric Church |
