| Oh, I’ve been sleeping on
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| On a bed of stone
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| And I break my back
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| And I. I wonder how
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| I’ve fallen down
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| Into this trap again
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| Riddling my mind, as I’m
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| Staring at a dirty wall
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| Lying with the bottle tops
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| Writhing round on the floor
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| Kill all the lights
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| Fade to black
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| Ease my mind
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| I could murder a drink for my sins
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| But my money’s running dry
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| Oh, I just gotta get me outta here
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| Gotta get me something more
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| Gotta pick my feet up
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| And walk them out the door
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| Oh I could be so much more
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| I don’t wanna fight it tonight
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| So kill all the lights.
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| There’s a letter by, by the tableside
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| That I left myself
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| It told me to, change my ways
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| And find a place
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| To sleep in peace again
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| Bangin' on the bedroom wall
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| Turn that music off
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| Don’t know what they’re fighting for
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| Wouldn’t call their bluff
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| Wondering why I’m lost
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| As I close my eyes
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| Wondering if it stops
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| By the morning time
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| Kill all the lights
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| Fade to black
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| Ease my mind
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| I could murder a drink for my sins
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| But my money’s running dry
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| Oh, I just gotta get me outta here
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| Gotta get me something more
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| Gotta pick my feet up
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| And walk them out the door
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| Oh I could be so much more
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| I don’t wanna fight it tonight
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| So kill all the lights
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| Kill all the lights
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| Kill all the lights
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| Fade to black
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| Ease my mind
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| I could murder a drink for my sins
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| But my money’s running dry
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| Oh, I just gotta get me outta here
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| Gotta get me something more
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| Gotta pick my feet up
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| And walk them out the door
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| I could be so much more
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| I don’t wanna fight it, no
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| I don’t wanna fight it, no
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| So kill all the lights
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| Kill all the lights
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| Kill all the lights, now |