| Oh, I see you in your cobra nest
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| All dressed up in your Sunday best
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| In the opal morning light
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| See your gun there shining bright
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| Shining bright
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| Now the storm is on its way
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| Coming here to break the day
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| Steaming rain
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| Oh, you go shoot me down
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| Take my halo, yoke and crown
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| Yoke and crown
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| 'Cause I’ve been to the darkest place I know
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| You, my dear, shouldn’t fear what lies below
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| It’s just bones
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| Now you go softly soft
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| Picking out better bones than your own
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| Oh, I see you creep in the dark
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| Sticking pins into the rain
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| To wash away
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| I’ve been to the only place I know
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| It’s just bones
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| So you, my dear, shouldn’t fear what lies below
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| It’s just bones
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| Just bones, bones, bones, bones
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| Bones, bones, bones, bones
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| Bones, bones, bones, bones
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| Bones, bones, bones, bones
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| So how can love bear to see you, bear to see you go alone?
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| I can’t bloom this speeding heart’s got the same bone
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| As your own, as your own
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| So you, my dear, shouldn’t fear what lies below
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| It’s just bones
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| And I’ve been to the darkest place you know
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| It’s just bones
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| Bones, bones, bones, bones
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| Bones, bones, bones, bones |