| You heard the crickets of the early eve
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| They lurk around the opening in twos and threes
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| Clementine told you not to move with the breeze
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| I’ll take you down to places where we dare not speak
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| The red light in the doorway says she’s armed (She's armed)
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| I wouldn’t go try your luck or you might get passed (Might get passed)
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| Step into the dwelling of the liger’s mouth
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| Peer into the panic for a kick and swell
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| You know you shouldn’t be there but it’s way past bed
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| There’s comfort in the fingers of your good intent
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| You know you shouldn’t be there but your money’s all spent
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| You’ve got your reputation and your good intent
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| Your good intent
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Out to feed that habit when you’ve sowed that seed
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| Nothing made you feel out of the ordinary
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| But the air turns sombre and the night took thee
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| Took you on a waltz of hypocrisy
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| She broke your bones, now you’re lying in the dirt
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| The shadow of a hunter under your torture
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| It’s not enough to say, it’s not what’s in your heart
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| You’ve tainted every moment 'til death do we part
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| I know you didn’t mean it, boy you meant so well
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| The pennies are cascading down your wishing well
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| I know you didn’t mean it when you counted to ten
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| You’re slipping through the fingers of your good intent
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| I know you didn’t mean it, though you meant so well
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| The pennies are cascading down your wishing well
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| I know you didn’t mean it when you counted to ten
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| You’ve got your reputation and your good intent
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| Such a good intent
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| It’s not enough to hope for the best
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| It’s not enough to lie there on a breast
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| The liger’s on the prowl now you’ve pulled its strings
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| One false move and soon you’re playing dice for a |