| They re lining up To mad dog your tilta whirl
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| 3 shots for a dollar
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| Win a real live doll
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| All the lies that you tell
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| I believed them so well. |
| Take them back
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| Take them back to your red house
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| For that fearful leap into the dark
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| I did my time
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| In the jail of your arms
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| Now Ophelia wants to know
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| Where she should turn
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| Tell me… what did you do What did you do the last time?
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| Why don t you do that
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| Go on ahead and take this the wrong way
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| Time s not your friend
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| Do you cry. |
| Do you pray
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| Do you wish them away
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| Do you still leave nothing
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| But bones in the way
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| Did you bury the carnival
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| Lions and all
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| Excuse me while I sharpen my nails
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| And just who are you this time?
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| You look rather tired
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| (Who drinks from your shoe)
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| Are you pretending to love
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| Well I hear that it pays well
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| How do your pistol and your Bible and your
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| Sleeping pills go?
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| Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?
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| Well I fell in love
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| With your sailor s mouth and your wounded eyes
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| You better get down on the floor
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| Don t you know this is war
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| Tell me who are you this time?
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| Tell me who are you this time? |