| You heard the whisper
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| In your ear
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| «I got all you ever wanted, got it right here
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| You been working too hard
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| I can feel your pain
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| It’s been a long dry spill, I can make it rain»
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| And that voice drowned out your conscious
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| So you made a real, clean brain
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| From many reservations, now you do whatever it takes
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| I stick to the straight, and narrow
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| And there’s an easy way
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| When you find out when there’s hell to pay
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| Dirty money
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| Spends just fine
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| You can wash the bad taste out your mouth with the fine red wine
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| Collateral damage
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| Well, it can’t be held
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| You can’t save the world, so you save yourself
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| And that voice drowned out your conscious
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| So you made a real, clean brain
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| From many reservations, now you do whatever it takes
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| There’s a stranger in your mirror
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| That you just turned away
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| 'Cause the stranger knows there’ll be hell to pay
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| You gain the world
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| It only cost your soul
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| Now the deals are done, so let the good times roll
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| 'Til the clouds roll in
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| And the sky turns grey
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| And the voice returns to say «there's hell to pay»
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| Heaven help you out when there’s hell to pay |