| Sad and sorry
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| Troubled and tired
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| Wild with worry
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| Mad with desire
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| Junky jitters, bed bug critters
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| Now who would die for love?
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| Midnight favor, sweet sick flavor
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| Now who would die for love?
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| You can see by the look in my eyes
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| That the devil takes his own
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| See by these holes in my heart
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| That I still kept my soul
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| Well you can take it, go on and take it
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| Sick and waitin'
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| Down and blue
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| C-c-c-c-cold and kickin'
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| What to do?
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| Creepy crawlin', non-stop jawin'
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| Now who would die for love?
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| Look who’s holdin', sister rollin'
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| Now who would die for love?
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| You can see by the look in my eyes
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| That the devil takes his own
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| Tell by these holes in my heart
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| That I still kept my soul
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| Go on and take it, go on and take it
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| I ain’t bitchin' but I been itchin'
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| Now who would die for love?
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| No use prayin' if it ain’t worth savin'
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| Now who would die for love?
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| You can see by the look in my eyes
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| That the devil takes his own
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| You can see through these holes in my heart
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| That I still kept my soul
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| Well, you can see by the look in my eyes
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| That the devil takes his own
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| You see right through these holes in my heart
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| That I still kept my soul
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| You can take it, go on and take it |