| You know how this town talks
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| But I didn’t hear a thing
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| I just had a feeling, rattle in my bones
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| I saw what I saw now I can’t unsee it
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| Scratches on my wall
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| Her face in my mirror
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| Whispers down the hall
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| Smoke on the ceiling
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| I keep smelling cigarettes
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| Feel that pretty black dress slipping off her back
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| I don’t drink rum but I’m tasting it
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| Rolling off her tongue, every drop, you ain’t wastin' it
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| Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
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| Ooh, she’s makin' my skin crawl
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| You got yourself a voodoo doll
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| It’s one hell of a curse
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| I know she ain’t sleepin' 'cause I ain’t sleepin'
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| Damn, those kisses hurt
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| They ain’t gonna stop
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| So I’ve been keeping salt around my door
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| Red candle burning
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| Better light one more, it ain’t workin'
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| I keep smelling cigarettes
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| Feel that pretty black dress slipping off her back
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| I don’t drink rum but I’m tasting it
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| Rolling off her tongue, every drop, you ain’t wastin' it
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| Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
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| Ooh, she’s makin' my skin crawl
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| You got yourself a voodoo doll
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| I keep smelling cigarettes
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| Feel that pretty black dress slipping off her back
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| I don’t drink rum but I’m tasting it
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| Rolling off her tongue, every drop, you ain’t wastin'
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| Those lips on her neck, needle in my chest
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| Ooh, she’s makin' my skin crawl
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| You got yourself a voodoo doll
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| You’ve got yourself a voodoo doll |