| The devil’s dealing dirty
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| In broken hearts and counterfeit currency
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| The living isn’t easy
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| When a heart’s regret can tax the air you breathe
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| But like diamonds we shine
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| Up against the sheet of night
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| The jet-black sheet of night
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| We overtake the cityscapes
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| We scale the heights
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| We break but we don’t die
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| Whoa we’ve got a blood
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| We’ve got a love that’ll brave the flood
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| Whoa we’ve got a blood
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| We’ve got a love that’ll brave
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| The cold will leave you guilty
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| And the wind will shake you like a tambourine
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| The dogs will leave you hungry
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| And your superiors will tax the blood you bleed
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| But like diamonds we shine
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| Up against the sheet of night
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| The jet-black sheet of night
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| We overtake the cityscapes
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| We scale the heights
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| We break but we don’t die
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| Whoa we’ve got a blood
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| We’ve got a love that’ll brave the flood
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| Whoa we’ve got a blood
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| We’ve got a love that’ll brave the flood
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| But like diamonds we shine
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| Up against the sheet of night
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| The jet-black sheet of night
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| We overtake the cityscapes
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| We scale the heights
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| We break but we don’t die
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| The devil’s dealing dirty
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| In broken hearts and counterfeit |