| Whoo-oo-hoo, darkest before dawn
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| I’m tired of all your dead sailors lying on your bedroom floor
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| I’m tired of all your S & M bitches dissing at your front door
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| And all the crackheads and all the other losers up and down your street
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| And all those creeping slimeballs you have worshipping at your feet
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| Don’tcha know it’s always darkest before dawn?
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| It’s a signal girl, I gotta be moving on
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| Whoo-oo-hoo, darkest before dawn
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| Yea, it ain’t true that I’d be better off dead
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| ‘Cos I’m the kinda guy who sees blue skies up ahead
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| The way you watch your DVDs with a needle hanging outta your arm
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| I rarely see you with a dress on babe, given up making a good impression
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| I know you like me but I don’t like your nightmare friends
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| I gotta say I’ve had more than enough and this is where the nightmare ends
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| Don’tcha know it’s always darkest before dawn?
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| Don’tcha know, girl?
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| Whoo-oo-hoo, darkest before dawn
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| Don’tcha know it’s always darkest before dawn?
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| It’s a signal girl, I gotta be moving on
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| It ain’t true that I’d be better off dead |