| Lay down your guns
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| Lay them on the floor
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| Nothing’s gonna break my back no more
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| It’s a curious thing
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| It’s a perpetual night
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| My vision must be dimming but hey that’s all right
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| I think I’m finally losing count of the score
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| You can’t lose what you’ve lost before
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| You’re out there in the winter sun
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| Making love and having fun
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| But I don’t really want to know
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| Shake off your cobwebs
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| Go on and treat yourself
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| If I don’t got you I don’t got my health
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| A criminal lie to say it makes smile
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| To think of you with some other guy
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| I think I’m finally losing count of the score
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| You can’t lose what you’ve lost before
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| You’re out there in the winter sun
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| Making love and having fun
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| But I don’t really want to know |