| Daybreak comes with the devil’s hum
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| A carcass starts to breathe
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| Wakes one more time to try and find
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| a place to count its teeth
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| And scrub the cuts from yesterday’s
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| Hot scuffle in the street
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| Show me the door
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| I need somewhere to go
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| Daylight
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| woke up hurting
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| with tarmac to my side
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| I woke up with dirty knees
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| not for the first time
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| I woke up hurting
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| Though I can’t quite say why
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| I woke up hurting
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| Woke up hurting
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| Slug through the day, sneak between
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| the houses I have made
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| And run sacred rivers up my sleeve
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| Pills by mouth with lemonade
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| As the hours slow down, they all clock out
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| of the cracked up daily grind
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| I’m in a back back street, coming down
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| I wait for the beam of light
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| Show me the door
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| I need somewhere to go
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| Midnight
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| woke up hurting
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| with tarmac to my side
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| I woke up with dirty knees
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| not for the first time
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| I woke up hurting
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| Though I can’t quite say why
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| I woke up hurting
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| Woke up hurting
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| If all these southern tales are true
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| we should pray for abduction, pray it comes soon
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| If all these southern tales are true
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| plan for Heaven though Hell will do |