| Now the devil is old and diseased
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| In the very heart of each bone
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| All the sons have gone to their mothers
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| To learn the things that will count
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| Those who die may come back
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| «How you leave today» does not
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| And if you wanna get down below
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| Then you’ll get down below
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| How I’d like to live in a city
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| That don’t breed for spiritless dreams
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| But I’ll stay awake and I’ll pray
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| Let them go away if they want
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| «My fucking youth in a sewer»
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| Is not the loss to be grieved
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| And I got no hate for you
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| Honey, No good it will ever be
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| If I can’t make it here I’m not gonna make it
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| If not here, I’m not gonna make it anywhere
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| «My fucking youth in a sewer»
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| Is not the loss to be grieved
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| And I got no hate for you
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| Honey, No good it will ever be
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| Poor devil’s ass for god’s fist
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| If what you are is being a no one
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| And if you wanna get down below
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| Then you’ll get down below
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| Oh oh oh oh, Is it like that
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| Will the little town little boots
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| Melt away, Melt into this world
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| If I can’t make it here I’m not gonna make it
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| If not here, I’m not gonna make it anywhere
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| Anywhere, Anywhere |