| Send in the sinners, saints and clowns
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| Get in the ring to face forgiveness, this is holy ground
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| Cause you are giving up nothing, just the ghetto you plead
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| Well my tortured blue became a pair of black, yeah
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| You get it all for free
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| I don’t mind to do it myself
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| I don’t mind does anybody else
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| How does it feel, down under ground
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| I don’t mind
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| To set it all right
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| Get me some sugar, I give a handful of flies
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| I think I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, a bad moon will rise
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| Flying into forever into the centre of mind
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| Here is my blessing and my curse well hide away from light
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| When time has come
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| What s left undone
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| Under this dark and weary skies
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| Why carry on
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| When everything s gone
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| But a handful of flies
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| You get it all for free
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| I don’t mind to do it myself
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| I don’t mind does anybody else
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| How does it feel, down under ground
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| I don’t mind
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| To set it all right
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| Well I won’t regret it now |