| Left here for the road and came on back
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| You say, «Come with me baby, we’ll be alright»
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| Follow through a field with old lilac
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| You say, «Lay with me, baby, I’ll be your bed and back»
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| The needle in my hand is coming down
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| Drilling through my chest, but it’s oil they found
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| Washing over me, then drying out
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| Hoping for a heart, but it’s coal that they found
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| Holding out your hand, I seem to fall
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| You say, «Come with me baby, I’ll take you home»
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| Heavy through my breath, you’re holding on
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| You say, «Don't worry, baby, I won’t let go»
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| The needle in my hand is coming down
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| Drilling through my chest, but it’s oil they found
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| Washing over me, then drying out
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| Hoping for a heart, but it’s coal that they found
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| Oh, oh-ho-ho
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, ho
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| Oh, oh-ho
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| You dropped me for a cold and bitter hand
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| If I just had you, baby, I’d be alright |