| Fortune, fortune, smiling fate
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| I haven’t seen you much of late
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| Need you now, cannot wait
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| But when I look, you’re not around
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| Never minding what we do
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| The night’s still good for a gram or two
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| I’ll be drinking late with you
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| Until the morning comes around
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| Yeah, I must be good for something
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Oh sinners come down, come gather 'round
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| Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
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| Dancing on cold feet
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| Marching on cobbled streets
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| Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
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| Yeah, I must be good for something
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Down and out, and out of luck
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| We’re spinning, but the needle’s stuck
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| Let’s go have some fun before
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| They put us in the ground
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| Lions sit in solemn lines
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| Drinking gin and dropping limes
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| Wasting beats of this heart of mine
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| Until the morning comes around
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| Yeah, I must be good for something
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Oh sinners come down, come gather 'round
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| Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
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| Dancing on cold feet
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| Marching on cobbled streets
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| Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
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| Yeah, I must be good for something
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Oh sinners come down
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| Come gather 'round
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| Have a little fun before they put us in the ground
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| Yeah-eh-eh
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| Dancing on cold feet
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| Marching on cobbled streets
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| Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
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| Yeah, I must be good for something
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| Yeah, yeah |