| She always was the better man
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| She had a magnetic majesty
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| A ruse of mystery
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| And a poetic misery
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| And all I got is a shovel man
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| It feels good between my mits
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| I’m staring down at the cold hard dirt
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| I just wanna get down in it
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| You were painting your masterpiece
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| I didn’t have a clue
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| I fed on all of the beautiful things
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| That gravitate to you
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| I want that deep, that deep, deep heat
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| I’m still looking for that deep, that deep, deep heat
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| All the people gathered round
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| As you danced on the spanish moss
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| I tried to make a martyrs gaze
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| As the jeered 'get down from the cross'
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| I yelled out to the reaper man
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| Said 'buddy don’t you know my name?' |
| he said…
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| 'I've been around for a million years
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| And all you chumps start to look the same'
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| Just gimme that deep, that deep, deep heat
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| I’m still looking for that deep, that deep, deep heat
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| Cos i gotta get brave start digging my own grave
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| I’m still looking for that deep, that deep, deep heat
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| Don’t you want to get low?
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| I want that deep, that deep, deep heat |