everything just right, sugar and old spice,
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under the thumb for the last time now
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he exits his old cell
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there's a priest casting old spells
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then he takes the walk
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on his way down, vinnie turns around
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and he says
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if you never love then you never live
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and that's hell in itself
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'cause we all will be judged
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by the love that we give
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don't lie to yourself
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those were the old days
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intermittent with old ways
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take the risk with the blame -
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even he knew that
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his old lady's upstate -
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does her best just to get straight
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still cries everyday
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now that vinnie is gone,
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we carry on
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and we say
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if you never love then you never live
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and that's hell in itself
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'cause we all will be judged
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by the love that we give
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don't lie to yourself
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Hell in Itself
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| Deep Blue Something |
