| There came a time when life confound,
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| The very things that held my ground,
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| One black Thursday
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| A sweet sixteen amphetamine,
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| I used her until she used me,
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| Sweet libertines
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| No holy roller, bad controller
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| Could rescue a man from that dark water,
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| That engulfed me
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| Fixed and caught up, block and locked up,
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| That’s a prison no man breaks out of,
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| My back against the wall
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| To the loving hand! |
| To the loving hand,
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| Could you bring back some of my friends
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| To the loving hand! |
| To the loving hand,
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| To you I make my amends
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| There’s no lover, there’s no cover
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| I got hit and there I shuddered
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| My heart was very still
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| Doc I’ve been shot hold me down!
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| Get me out of this scenester town,
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| And you can have my crown.
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| (Chorus)
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| I headed west, such a mess
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| A 26-ounce life better blessed
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| I fell to my knees
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| In that cold wind, on the Pacific Rim,
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| All those bad things I sat in,
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| Until I gave my sin
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| (Chorus) |