| 18 karat gold wouldn’t fill the hole
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| The bleeding hole in her heart
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| That’s made from circumstances at home
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| Cus they kept pulling her hair
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| So they choked her words
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| She don’t sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light
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| And she’s home
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| I thought: 18 karat gold, would save a lonely soul
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| But she don’t sleep at night, afraid to turn out the light
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| Cause they kept pulling her hair
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| Wouldn’t leave her alone
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| But if only I could read her mind
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| And release that stone
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| In her heart where the sadness grows
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| I’d operate with this knife
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| And cut a big fat giant hole
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| To fill with gold and light
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| But there’s an endless battle to be won
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| And me I ain’t a man with an educated mind
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| And soon, you won’t have the strength to carry on
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| So you scream about it in the night
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| Ohh in the night…
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| In the night…
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| Ohh in the night…
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| My 18 karat gold, it fills a dirty hole
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| A dirty bleeding hole in my heart
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| You people think it’s made from circumstances at home
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| Well if someone ever should be pulling your hair
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| Then I guess you should leave them alone
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| And now you want me to read your mind
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| And release that stone
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| That stone in your heart where the sadness grows
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| You know I, I’d operate with this knife
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| And cut a big fat giant hole to fill
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| Fill with gold and light
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| But there’s an endless battle to be won
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| Me I ain’t a man with an educated mind
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| And soon, you won’t have the strength to carry on
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| So you scream about it in the night
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| Next endless battle to be won
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| I ain’t a man with an educated mind
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| And you won’t have the strength to carry on
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| So you scream about it in the night
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| Ohh in the night…
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| Ohh in the night…
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| In the night… |