| Your kind of violence is so hard to learn
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| Just a slap in the face no fireworks
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| Fake it fake it for everybody else
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| Come on don’t keep it all for yourself
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| Oh no no no
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| I watched the cowboy ride the train
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| Across the Rio Grande to Brixton
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| From the wild wild west to the deep deep south
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| He takes a handful of pills and puts them in his mouth
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| And when the lamp light shines across the room
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| And touches her black tattoo
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| Well she knows she’s got to live with it now
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| And you live as long as you want to
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| Standing around wondering how she’s ever gonna keep her looks
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| She’ll be history soon enough
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| I bet we never write that book
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| So tell me will you be sat on your own
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| Looks like a ghost of someone I once knew
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| And the map of your skin
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| Still drives me insane
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| You thought I was in pain
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| I will colour you black and blue
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| No true cynic will have a lucky number
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| A dice is still their vice
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| I tell ya every clouds gotta silver lining
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| And everyone has his price
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| Tell me what could be worse
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| Than your own bitter rants
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| Shes ???
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| Your favourites got no friends
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| Im ???
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| And the beating never ends
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| When I see you
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| I see black and blue
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| Oh give me your skin
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| And I will colour you in
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| If there’s one thing
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| I know it’s true
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| Black tattoo is nothing new
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| Black tattoo is nothing new
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| Give me your skin
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| Want you give me your skin
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| I want to clour you in once again
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| Black Tattoo
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| I want to colour you in
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| I will colour you in |