| Looking back in anger
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| On this dirty little town
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| It stained your dress carved up my face
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| Put a wedge between our state of grace
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| Somethings so young and pretty
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| Should never be released
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| We place our bets we take our pick
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| They wind up in the belly of the beast
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| And when you can’t get what you want
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| You take anything you can
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| So I wear this suit of wolves at night
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| I slip it on how come it feels so right
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| I get a hungry man
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| When I can’t get what I want
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| I take anything I can
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| I wear a suit of wolves
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| Just across from Friday
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| The weekend circus rolls
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| I cross my heart turn on the charm
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| I say my prayers between two hungry arms
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| There’s a string of dangerous flowers
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| All around my bed
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| There’s some want rings and some just want
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| And those who’d like to see me dead |