| Trouble comes in slowly
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| An everlasting light come to shine all over me
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| Bright in the mornin'
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| Like all of heaven’s love come to shine on me
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| And to you who never need
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| Fuck yourselves, I need some more room to breathe
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| Here comes the devil prowl around
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| One whiskey for every ghost
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| And I’m sorry for what I’ve done
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| 'Cause it’s me who knows what it cost
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| It breaks and it breathes
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| And it tears you apart
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| It bites and it bleeds
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| And this desert turns to ocean over me
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| Here come the devil prowl around
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| One whiskey for every ghost
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| I’m sorry for what I said
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| I said I just don’t care anymore
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| A fool can feed on the notion
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| Sees and believes
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| And this desert turns to ocean over me
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| Trouble comes in slowly
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| An everlasting light come to shine all over me
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| At the dead end to mornin', darlin'
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| With all of heaven’s love come to shine on me
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| The fool that feeds on the notion
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| Sees and believes
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| And this desert turns to ocean over me
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| Here come the devil, buy the round
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| One whiskey for every ghost
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| And I’m sorry for what I done
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| Lord, it’s me who knows what it costs
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| The fool that feeds on the notion
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| Sees and believes
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| And this desert turns to ocean over me
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| Here come the devil prowlin' round
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| One whiskey for every ghost
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| And I’m sorry for what I said
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| I said I just don’t care anymore
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| It breaks and it breathes
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| And it tears you apart
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| Gonna bite, gonna bleed
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| 'Til this desert turns to ocean over me |