| Down the back streets of desire
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| Left on lonesome street
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| Where there’s smoke there is fire
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| Lost love and hungry eyes roam free, roam free.
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| On the boulevard of broken dreams
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| All through the long cold night
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| There’s empty chances and longing glances
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| Dead romances are locked out, cold outside.
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| They say the heart is a lonely hunter
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| A lonely hunter in the dark
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| Hear them drums beat loud as thunder
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| It’s a lonely hunter and a lonely hunted heart.
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| In a dark room there’s tragic magic
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| There’s a heart that’s torn apart
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| All those spells that no one catches
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| It’s a lonely, lonely hunted heart.
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| They say the heart is a lonely hunter
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| A lonely hunter in the dark
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| Hear them drums beat loud as thunder
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| It’s a lonely hunter and a lonely hunted heart
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| It’s just a lonely hunted heart, yeah-hey.
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| It’s a lonely hunter and a lonely hunted heart
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| Lonely hunted heart, hey-hey.
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| Lonely, lonely hunted heart, yeah
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| It’s just a lonely hunted heart, yeah
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| A lonely hunted heart … |