| I’m here to whet your appetite
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| Been dancing for you all night
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| Let’s get a little drink, whiskey and a beer
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| Before you say the words that I wanna hear
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| Once I start you can not stop
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| I know you’re gonna give it up
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| Trading in the truth is a skill and I’m
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| Not asking much to satisfy your dark desires
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| Tragedy comes to me
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| Riding on a devil called melancholy
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| My body sold for secrets stolen
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| Whispers that would change the path of history
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| I walk into a dusty square
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| I’m dressed in diamonds, silk and fur
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| Early Monday morning, 5 am
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| Silent in the company of 18 man
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| And when they hear the music play
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| They line up with their rifles raised
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| Every gallant suiter young and brave
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| Will lead the dance into my grave
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| Tragedy comes to me
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| Riding on a devil called melancholy
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| My body sold for secrets stolen
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| Whispers that would change the path of history
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| Indian summers, mother and child
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| All left behind, all left behind
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| Indian summers, could it be I was
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| Born out of time, born out of time
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| They take their aim, and so I wait
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| Cause I am a woman, I am a woman
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| Who dared to dream her destiny
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| Cause I am a woman, I am a woman
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| In a man’s world, in a man’s world |