| In the light that you borrowed
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| For a look down the dark road
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| You were young and you shown it
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| Just a taste and you blown it
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| And the current is fixed
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| And will carry you
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| To the point where you left it
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| And right on through
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| I had a chain and a bicycle
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| And i rode all the way into town
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| With only an ancient photograph
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| I kept just to carry around
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| And everybody there was naked
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| And why would you listen to me
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| With the hand you were led in
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| In the dress that you bled in
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| Touched my face and called me handsome
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| And then asked me to drink some
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| Of that unholy concoction
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| That will burn you through
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| And you know that it’s poison
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| But it’s honey too
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| I was a basket of bones
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| When i dragged all the way in to town
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| With only my boxful of coins
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| To scatter all over the ground
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| And everybody there was laughing
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| And why would you listen to me
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| I had a handful of stones
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| I hauled all the way into town
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| To carry when i was alone
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| Culled from the last of the hand-me-downs
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| But everybody there was lovely
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| But why would you listen to me |