| There’s never a star in this sky
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| Never a boat in this sea
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| Only the voice of a thousand lies
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| Choking the truth out of me
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| Until I’ve fallen immune to her lies
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| Or learned to turn a deaf ear to her pleas
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| I will never begin to be satisfied
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| She’ll never again let me be
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| Don’t let her turn your temperance
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| Away from the simple and sound
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| Or she will damn you darkly down
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| At the bottom of the bottle it makes no difference
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| If I keep drinkin' or drown
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| Cause I can’t go much lower than I am right now
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| By the time I find my home
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| I’ll be all scars and broken bones
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| A head full of lies, a heart of stone
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| Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan
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| No, no I cannot promise nothing
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| That I cannot know for sure
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| I won’t say never or forever
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| I have told those lies before
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| Please don’t ask me to proclaim, my love
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| That my love for you will grow
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| That I desire to love you ‘til I die
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| Ain’t that all you need to know
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| But your desires burn like fires
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| Then they quickly flicker down
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| And all the while your constant smile
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| Will never show the fires went out
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| And when they do you won’t come home one night
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| And you’ll leave me all alone
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| So don’t tell me of desire my love
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| Tell me true, you’ll never go
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| Or by the time you find your home
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| You’ll be all scars and broken bones
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| A head full of lies, a heart of stone
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| Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan |