| That girl you were seein` back in `72
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| Somethin` `bout a hotel room and bath water in your shoes
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| Were you into your Catholic thing then or some other stew
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| Were you both holed up in that hotel room practising voodoo
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| Chorus:
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| It`ll come to you
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| Don`t look back, it`ll come to you
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| In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight
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| It is gonna come to you
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| And that business partner you took for every red cent
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| You can`t even remember where all of that money went
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| Some on liquor and women, maybe a little rent
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| But as far as paying it back, Buddy, you ain`t made a dent
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| — Chorus —
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| Yes they`ll all be standin` `round you in your sleep
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| Askin` for a promise you couldn`t keep
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| `Cause back when you were hollow inside
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| You were tryin` to puff yourself up with your own foolish pride
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| Now you`re happily married, you`ve got a wife and kids of you`re own
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| But sometimes in the closet at night you can hear them rattlin` bones
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| Takin` bets on your future and your current postal zone
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| It`s a spooky equation, but check out yourself Jack, you`re the great unknown
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| — Chorus —
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| Yeah, in the middle of the night, with youc overs pulled up tight
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| It is gonna come to you
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |