| Well this life can be such a devil
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| So I wrote the songs about angels
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| I took my coat I went to the city
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| I drank and I dropped and isn’t it pretty
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| For you I would do anything
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| For you I would do anything
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| Well this life can be such a devil
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| So I wrote the songs about angels
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| A nightmare stuck in the catcher I’m weaving
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| So I sat in the car and dreamed about dreaming
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| For you I would do anything
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| For you I would do anything
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| Chalk it up to bad luck
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| Just chalk it up to the lightness
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| I think that death is coming around
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| I like it, I like it
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| Chalk it up to bad luck
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| Just chalk it up to the lightness
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| Chalk it up to bad luck
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| Just chalk it up to the lightness |