| When all’s been said and done
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| And another day’s begun
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| When the lines go on and on
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| And all you’ve got is gone
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| You’ve doused yourself in sin
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| And the daylight’s creeping in
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| When the shadows start to grow, oh
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| Maybe it’s time to go?
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| Maybe it’s time to go?
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| Maybe it’s time to go?
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| When all’s been said and done
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| No distance left to run
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| When the emptiness arrives
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| And there’s nowhere left to hide
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| When it’s stacking up inside
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| From the corners of your mind
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| When the teardrops start to flow, oh
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| Maybe it’s time to go?
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| Maybe it’s time to go?
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters, again
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters, again
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| Maybe it’s time to go?
|
| Maybe it’s time to go?
|
| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters, again
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters
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| Baby, I’ve got the monsters, again
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| They’re creeping up, again
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| They’re creeping up, again
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| They’re creeping up, again
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| They’re creeping up, again |