| Three steps down below the city streets.
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| In our private room, the colour all runs out.
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| An not a sound, the smoke curls in the air.
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| An I can feel a sliding peace, come over me tonight.
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| Dead or dancin, cross the room,
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| The candles burn and shadows loom.
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| I hide below it all,
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| Or heavens underground.
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| The clouds are fallin at our feet,
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| Three steps down below the street.
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| So comin down: its like water after wine.
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| Oh, comin down a long hard line.
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| An I know betters gettin harder all the time.
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| From three steps down.
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| From three steps down.
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| Instrumental break
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| Dead or dancin, cross the room,
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| The candles burn and shadows loom.
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| I hide below it all,
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| Or heavens underground.
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| The clouds are fallin at our feet,
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| Three steps down below the street.
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| Three steps down below the city streets.
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| In our private room, the colour all runs out.
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| The colour all runs out.
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| The colour all runs out.
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| The colour all runs out. |