| Call off your guards
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| While we slide away
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| Let all your sins
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| Come stumbling in
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| Tell all your friends
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| That we are sliding away
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| Leave all that’s been
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| In sweet history
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| From courthouse to crackhouse, baby
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| I’ll follow you blindly, let me
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| Let all your sins
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| Come stumbling in
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| Kiss me with those tired lips
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| Let us stumble and fall
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| It’s cold I know
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| Just keep holding on
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| These moments like sticks and stones
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| Break your bones and draw your tears
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| These words, they’ll hold
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| And let time unfold
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| From courthouse to crackhouse, baby
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| I’ll follow you blindly, let me
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| Let all your sins
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| Come stumbling in
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| From courthouse to crackhouse, baby
|
| I’ll follow you blindly, let me
|
| From courthouse to crackhouse, baby
|
| I’ll follow you blindly, let me
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| Let all your sins
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| Come stumbling in |