| Dolores delivers a glorious death to me
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| On Capitol steps
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| Knows that I’m waiting
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| But I can forget
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| The call of the morning
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| Is too severe
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| The pull of the evening
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| Leaves everything so unclear and when
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| The candelabra crowns my head
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| Nobody seems to mind
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| All the ones that loved me don’t
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| Act a bit surprised
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| Cuz I just can’t wait to see
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| What happens next
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| A critical state
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| For every mistake
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| Panic is popular
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| Among all the saints
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| But if you call my name on a Saturday
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| You know I won’t just be
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| Hanging around
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| Cuz when the candelabra crowns my head
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| Nobody seems to mind
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| All the ones that loved me don’t
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| Act a bit surprised
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| I just can’t wait to see
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| What happens next
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| Oh no oh no oh no
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| Where did we go wrong?
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| To the left and to the right
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| I remember going wrong
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| Dolores delivers a glorious death
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| And it gives me confidence
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| Cuz it’s a mad and entangled
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| Fang filled life
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| That’s the life for me
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| Believe me
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| Believe me
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| Believe me
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| Cuz I’m tried and true
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| Well I’m gonna pour myself some whiskey
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| Before I pour myself some wine
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| I’m gonna meet the very man who made me
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| And I don’t even need a reason why
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| No I don’t, darling
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| I’ve been crawling to you from afar
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| I’ve been thinking of you
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| And all I can say is, «I do»
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| Forget those jobs
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| I’ve had them all
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| Forget the brawls
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| Gone unresolved
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| Forget the rent
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| You know I spent it all
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| On rubbing alcohol well
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| I’m gonna pour myself some whiskey
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| Before I pour myself some wine
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| And if they can’t revive me, baby
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| I won’t even need a reason why |