| I hope you’ve taken notice of the wandering eyes
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| All the circling wagons and where I draw the line
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| All the birds of prey that keep searching
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| Have come to feast on my little black heart
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| And some get discouraged
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| Yeah, while the other ones starve
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| We’ve got to keep moving
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| On and on and on and on and on
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| Though the dust might settle on my bones
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| My blood will sneak out after dark, oh, oh, oh
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| Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party
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| That catches you and brings you to my little black heart
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| A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in
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| And I just keep repeating whatever goddamn thing
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| I try to trim some fat from the evening
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| Throw some meat to the wolves gathered 'round
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| Oh, I still get discouraged
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| 'Cause it’s just slowing me down
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| Everybody got their own thing
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| What’s mine is yours and yours is nothing
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| Everybody got their own thing
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| What’s mine is mine and I got something
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| And even if you’re nowhere to be found
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| I have been searching from the start, oh, oh, oh
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| Time will set the trap as strong as I was
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| That catches you and brings you to my little black heart |