| Your chauffeur-driver man
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| Only got one hand
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| That he steers around the visions
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| You think that your command
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| On your patch of ground
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| Small hyenas prowl
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| It is just expedience
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| That keeps the sun going
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| Round and round
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| Little sweet hyenas
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| Conveniently tame
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| Bittersweet hyenas
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| Never far away
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| Love leaves you alone
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| Then pain will come for sure
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| When your friends and foes will tell ya
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| You ain’t dangerous no more
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| Your head is filling up
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| Can’t concentrate on much
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| Wrap your arms around the one thing
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| You can never touch
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| The lust for something clean
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| What then can it mean
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| A killer so afraid of dying
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| And baby, you don’t wanna die near…
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| Little sweet hyenas
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| Never far away
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| Bittersweet hyenas
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| Conveniently tame
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| You just can’t forget
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| Who your lips have met
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| Though you fell some premonition
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| It’s you that can’t connect
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| Your head is filling too
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| 'till you can’t think it through
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| To know that everyone around
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| Keeps breathing without you
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| You stole some absolution
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| From things you’ve gone and done
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| A killer so afraid of dying
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| 'cause baby, you don’t wanna die near
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| Little sweet hyenas
|
| Never far away
|
| Bittersweet hyenas
|
| Conveniently tame
|
| Little sweet hyenas
|
| Never far away
|
| Bittersweet hyenas
|
| Conveniently tame |