| There’s death in the breadline
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| There’s deaths on the vine
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| I wanted you quite often
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| In that I wanted you all of the time
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| I’ve been up all night
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| I’ve been up all day
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| I was into the illusion
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| I was into the never-ending scene
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| And the sound of confusion
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| In the riverside
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| I’ve been up all night
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| I’ve been up all day
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| Singing a mistresses' tangueray
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| I had a sound in my head
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| But I couldn’t find the words
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| To get it out
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| Now I know love is the way
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| Get it out
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| I had a sound in my head
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| But I couldn’t find the words
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| To get it out
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| Now I know love is the way
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| Get it out, get it out
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| I see death in the breadline
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| I see deaths on the vine
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| I want you quite often
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| I want you all of the time
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| I had a sound in my head
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| And I couldn’t get it out, get it out
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| I’ve been up all night
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| I’ve been up all day
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| I was born with a sound |