| Kling, King, Killing all the bells to kill
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| Cry, cry, cry, cry the?
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| These empty days of tears? |
| do not speak
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| Bang, bang, bang shot the passers by
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| I don’t care, cry the? |
| wife
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| The only numbers melting in loss
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| And I don’t care about the coming wave
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| I take my chances in the grave
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| Broke myself to my surprise
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| Then settle up and ride into the night
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| Seen anybody, set the? |
| head
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| Damn, damn, damn show
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| Is hard to tell, the fight is from within!
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| Move, move, move, shine your every light
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| Lift up? |
| and? |
| alike
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| Tell the man that you want him home tonight!
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| And I don’t care about the coming wave
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| I take my chances in the grave
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| ? |
| matters now
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| I can’t undo what I don’t know how
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| And I don’t care what the neighbors think
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| ? |
| dripping from the kitchen sink
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| The death comes down and changes my world
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| ?I find myself so much!
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| And I don’t care about the coming wave
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| I take my chances in the grave
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| Broke myself to my surprise
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| Then settle up and ride into the night
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| Kling I Klang, Kling I Klang, Kling I Klang |