| I’m scared of the things I think of
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| When night comes along
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| Something gets hold of me
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| Something I can’t see
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| Oh, it’s a wicked world
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| Awaits the ones our young girls bear
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| Oh, I need somebody to hold me
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| In the fading light of this coming night
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| In the fading light of this coming night
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| How many whores have walked through that door
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| Lain by my side and climbed in my mind
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| And taken me down to where the heat
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| Blisters the skin upon my feet
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| Makes me reach out and weep for the days when
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| I was pure of heart and slept in peace
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| Oh, it’s a wicked world
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| Awaits the ones our young girls bear
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| Oh, I need somebody to hold me
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| In the fading light of this coming night
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| In the fading light
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| This coming night
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| In the fading light
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| Of this coming night
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| In the fading light
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| This is the night |