| Go ahead and light me up with smoke and mirrors
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| I would never trade my love for all your fear
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| And all the cash in your pocket ain’t gonna save you now Because you can’t buy
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| a lifeboat when the ship is going down
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| Everybody’s got hell to pay
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| Everyone has got words to say
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| Everybody’s got a better way
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| But everyone has got hell to pay
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| What is it you hate so much
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| Is that you look but you can’t touch
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| How dare you chase me with a hired gun
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| Well if somebody’s pulling that trigger Man you better be the one
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| Everybody’s got hell to pay
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| Everyone has got words to say
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| Everybody’s got a better way
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| But everyone has got hell to pay
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| And by the time summer was over I was done picking out clovers Luck is hard to
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| define
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| And by the time I outrun the ghost
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| There are ten more whisper close
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| That I can’t see with my eyes
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| Everybody’s got hell to pay
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| Everyone has got words to say
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| Everyone is just a runaway
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| But everybody’s got hell to pay
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| (Outro)
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| I made you up in my mind
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| Everybody’s got hell to pay |