| Flesh is foreign, friends are far
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| Decks run deep, sleep is minced or marred
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| And it’s all out war for the soul between
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| Dreams that are hungry and the fears that feed
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| But I’ll carry it, by chariot, through blood and blows
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| Under starless skies of fire, into great unknown
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| Living on the lam and the frontier of
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| A free life of free will for the thrill of your love
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| Spill your secrets and paint my days
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| Passion is your palette, your canvases cafés
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| And null my nights in the harbour and hell
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| Of the cantina’s counsel and meals of mezcal
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| Plans to settle down
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| Plans to up and split
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| Plans loose as the morals we are planning with
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| Baby be the beast, but free what burdens be
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| And I’ll love you if you love me
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| All life long, 'til I’m gone
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| All life long, 'til I’m gone
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| Cigarettes, sorcery, and Biblical sins
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| Hangovers, heathens, harlots, and anti-heroines
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| The cabarets, the getaways, and the afterglow
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| A little money and whatever’s on the radio
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| Plans to settle down
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| Plans to up and split
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| Plans loose as the morals we are planning with
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| Baby be the beast, but free what burdens be
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| And I’ll love you if you love me
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| All life long, 'til I’m gone
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| All life long, 'til I’m gone
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| All life
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| All life
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| All life
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| All life
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| All life long, 'til I’m gone
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| All life long, 'til I’m gone |