| Well I knew a girl, she was the child of the devil
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| It took me so damn long to see
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| That she could wrap me around her fingers
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| Til there was nothin' left of poor old me
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| I had a night job down in the city
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| Where the hours seem to turn into days
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| The frozen clock on the wall it wouldn’t move at all
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| I had to make my getaway
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| So I laid my cards down on the table
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| I had a feelin' I was ready and able
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| Now I’m livin' it my own way
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| I hear the music that I gotta play
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| It’s so easy wakin' up to the day
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| With my life back in my own hands
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| There are times when I can’t sing this song
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| When the days and nights have gone all wrong
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| But with somebody to love, a little help from above
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| I’ll get my feet back on the ground before long
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| Back in my own hands
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| Back in my own hands
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| Back in my own hands
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| There are times when I can’t sing this song
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| When the days and nights are always goin' wrong
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| But with somebody to love, a little help from above
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| I’ll get my feet back on the ground before long
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| Now I’m livin' it my own way
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| I hear the music I gotta play
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| It’s so easy wakin' up to the day
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| With my life back in my own hands
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| Back in my own hands
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| Back in my own hands |