| Now this is a warning, yeah
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| But you’re not listening (no)
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| Just watch where you walk
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| Or these footsteps will be your last (you hear?)
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| I didn’t know if the sun was shining
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| I don’t know if it’s night or day
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| I didn’t care 'bout the dark clouds, baby
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| I’m watching Salome
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| I took a blade to the Vale of Galen
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| I cut out, baby, I shut down
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| I took a vow to be true to someone
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| Who watched my sorrow drown
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| All of us start, the moon and stars above
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| Oh all of that hurt, girl, I got to stay in love
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| All of us heard that nothing else will do
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| All of the girls say it’s gotta be:
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| I wrote you a letter and I told you «you were dead»
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| Ooh la la laa, ooh la la laa
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| Oh shit, it don’t quit, so don’t trip (just push the button)
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| Now all soundboy
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| When you set out on this journey
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| Make sure you step with surety
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| I’m cuttin' down on the stuff I’m thinking
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| Too much 'umm' drives a man insane
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| Promised my world to a girl forever
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| Now she can’t take the blame
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| I should have gone where the sun was shining
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| Green can’t come to the 'phone right now (my baby)
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| I could have shone like a dark star, baby
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| Like baby won’t allow
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| All of us start, the moon and stars above
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| Oh all of that hurt, girl, I got to stay in love
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| All of us heard that nothing else will do
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| All of the girls say it’s gotta be:
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| I wrote you a letter and I told you «you were dead»
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| Ooh la la laa, ooh la la laa
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| I wrote you a letter and I told you «you were dead»
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| Ooh la la laa, ooh la la laa
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| How many times have I loved you?
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| How many times have I said I’m thinking of you?
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| When you was hurting, how many times did I rub you?
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| Hug you and I dug you, thought nobody’s above you
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| Laugh if you want to or you can even
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| Walk past if you want to, want to (I warned you, haunt you)
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| And in ya dreams I’m a stalk you
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| I taught, look at everything you gone through
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| When you spoke of walk through, so sick
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| And I’m a sick man (man)
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| Inna sick land (land)
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| With no plan, same old shit, man
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| Same old quicksand taking me under
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| Same old nightclub, same old number
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| Same uncertainty making me wonder
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| Same old lightning (quiet) thunder
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| I’m enda my rope, girl, there’s nowhere to run to
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| I can’t stop (stop), don’t stop (stop)
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| Don’t stop (stop), can’t drop
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| And I’m getting to my roadblock
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| I can’t let it go to my head
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| So I wrote you a letter, it said:
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| You was dead
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| Yeah |