| Call the dogs and sound the horns
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| The city key of where I’s born’s
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| Been stolen
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| By someone I thought I knew
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| She blew in with some angel dust
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| From the southern state where love is lust
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| Yeah, I hope she’s gone
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| By the time this song is through
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| Out among, the passers-by
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| She wets her lips, sweats her eyes
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| Baits her tongue with pity for her prey
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| (Do your best to look away)
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| And she transcends the avenue
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| A smile for me, a wink for you
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| I guess I’ll take my place in yesterday
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| But darlin' I can’t wait
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| For you to leave this town
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| You just got here too late
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| And no one wants you 'round
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| With one foot on my back
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| And the other on the rail
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| I don’t want to see you fall
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| I want to see you fail
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| And the night is sweet, the night’s divine
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| It stains your teeth with blood-red wine
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| And leaves you lyin'
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| In your enemy’s arms
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| And while you mumble down the hall
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| Something 'bout a skin-made wall
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| You find you’re just
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| A sucker for her charms
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| And the vanity that cakes her face
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| Sucks you in to death’s embrace
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| Feel your sense of self just fade away
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| (Spread you ashes in your grave)
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| And see you’re just a one man show
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| And once you’re done, it’s time to go
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| Hear somebody’s footsteps down the way
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| But darlin' I can’t wait
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| For you to leave this town
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| You just got here too late
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| And no one wants you 'round
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| With one foot on my back
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| And the other on the rail
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| I don’t want to see you fall
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| I just want to see you fail
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| And the youth protests the failing light
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| With his shirt sleeves rolled in the humid night
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| He wonders when it was
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| That he went wrong
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| And in denial, while he ascends
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| To a lofty room, all dreams end
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| He watches while his footsteps
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| Lead him on
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| And in the fires, he takes his time
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| The well-worn steps, he slowly climbs
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| The final line of meathooks on display
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| (Did your conscience lose its way?)
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| And in the streets the sirens sing
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| What word they tell, what news they bring
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| The puppet and his cloak of strings obeys
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| That’s just bound in suede
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| Hail the death of day
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| But darlin' I can’t wait
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| For you to leave this town
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| You just got here too late
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| And no one wants you 'round
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| With one foot on my back
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| And the other on the rail
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| I don’t want to see you fall
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| I want to see you fail
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| I don’t want to see you fall
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| I want to see you fail |