| I just thought I’d tell you
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| All the demons have been slain
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| There’s no need for hesitation
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| Honey I been rearranged
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| Now they’ve got me wonderin' what to do
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| Over blood red sentimental blues
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| I heard it in the alleyway
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| You’re strumming your guitar
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| Though I could hardly see your face
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| You’d got a mouth all full of stars
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| You better spit em out now
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| I just thought I’d tell you
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| All the demons have been slain
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| For you’ll only be as big as what you do
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| Over blood red sentimental blues
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| I heard it in the garbage can
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| In every piece of trash
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| You’d better color up my heart again
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| I’m afraid it’s turning black
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| I could hear it in the alleyway
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| You’re strumming your guitar
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| Though I could hardly see your face
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| You’d got a mouth all full of stars
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| There’s no need for hesitation
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| There’s no need for hesitation
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| I heard it in the toilet bowl
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| You’re calling out my name |