| I’ve been running around your graveyard looking for a thrill
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| Don’t think that I’ll find one darlin' so I take a pill
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| And in your dying eyes I can see that you don’t want me still
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| Don’t want me still
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| I’ve been haunting your chapel sweetheart, looking for your ghost
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| Don’t think that I’ll find you darlin' so I make a toast
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| Cheers to your dying eyes I can see that they don’t want me still
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| No they don’t want me still
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| I’ve been running around your graveyard, looking for a thrill
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| Don’t think that I’ll find one darlin' so I take a pill
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| And in my dying eyes you can see that I don’t want you still
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| No I don’t want you still |