| When it’s cold as a lizard’s heart
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| When it’s cold as a grave
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| When it’s engine will never start
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| When it’s as black as a cave
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| You can blame it on delivery
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| You can blame it on the stars
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| You can lay what you like on me
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| Damn your cold, dead heart
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| There’ll always be that someone
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| That gets caught on the way
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| There’ll always be that 2 or 3
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| Giving little love away
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| There’ll always be that silence
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| Despite what you were told
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| There’ll always be that guarantee
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| You’ll get there, on the lonesome road
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| When it’s over from the start
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| When it hangs by the nail
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| When it leaks like a murdered heart
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| When it’s too sad a tale
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| You can blame the electricity
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| You can blame it on the guitars
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| You can run if you like from me
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| But you won’t get far…
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| There’ll always be that someone
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| That gets caught on the way
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| There’ll always be that 2 or 3
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| Giving little love away
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| There’ll always be that silence
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| Despite what you were told
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| There’ll always be that guarantee
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| You’ll get there, on the lonesome road |