| Well, I will miss the sunshine, I will miss the moon
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| I will miss the snowfields that put sparkles in your shoes
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| But I am gone, I am gone
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| Well, if this road leads to destruction, it’s hell that I call home
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| Well, I could kiss you darlin' but these hands are stained
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| Well, I could beg forgiveness but it can’t bring me home again
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| No, my love, no, my love
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| If this road leads to destruction, it’s hell that I call home
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| You could throw me out and you could burn my boat
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| And I ain’t one to wonder why
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| But you brought me here to lay my stone, my love
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| My love on this black day in July
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| You could call me sinner, well, you could call me saint
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| You can call me what you will but this home’s about to break
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| Oh, my love, I never I wanted it this way
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| Well, you know I loved you darlin' but it’s in hell that I must stay
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| You could throw me out and you could burn my boat
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| And I ain’t one to wonder why
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| But you brought me here and lay my stone, my love
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| My love on this black day in July
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| You could throw me out and you could burn my boat
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| And I ain’t one to wonder why
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| But you brought me here to lay my stone, my love
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| My love on this black day in July |