| You know that never’s coming back
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| And this is the end
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| Again, the weather’s turning black
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| Like never before
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| This ain’t no game that you can cheat off, no She’s playing you
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| You’ve been writing on haunted graffiti
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| With your permanent marker
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| You’re working the milieu today
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| Haunted graffiti
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| And hear it words you say, you go Haunted graffiti
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| Is that a needle in the hay, you play
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| Haunted graffiti
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| Ahh!
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| Said last night saw an empty building
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| But she wasn’t listening
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| It came to me
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| I was surrounded by Red, red lips
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| of times before
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| The liquor’s burning hiss
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| Two pages entangled
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| … how beautiful they are
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| … immense beauty
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| … serenity of time
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| Ah Those faces were joyous, those words
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| … all, all …
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| … words
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| lips
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| Ah She said it loud
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| Where are your keys
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| You know that never’s coming back
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| No, this is the end
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| Again, the weather’s turning black
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| Like never before
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| This ain’t no game that you can cheat off, oh She’s playing you
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| You know that never’s coming back
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| No, this weather’s …
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| She’s playing you
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| Haunted graffiti
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| You put your … in today, girl
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| You play
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| Haunted graffiti
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| Is that a needle in the hay, you play
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| She’s playing you
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| Haunted graffiti
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| Yeah, haunted graffiti |