| Yeah, we were halfway off the farm, set back
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| Bank loan blowing out, red flag in the yard
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| All the burnt kerosene and the time in between
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| The light chit-chat in the dark
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| You were sitting on a chair, pretty girl with no hair
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| And your nine-mile stare, yeah
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| And you said, «All the paintings are losing all their colour
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| Darling, do you wanna take 'em all down to the ground?»
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| And was it Jenny, or was it Annie, or was it Lily
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| That changed your point of view?
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| Oh, your pretty face is curling up in anger
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| Just keep in mind, my darling, I did it all for you
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| And I was sitting in my lair, working on my stare
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| Trying to make our dreams come true
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| And I wonder what’s the use when you’re pointing at that noose
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| And you’re looking at me that way, okay
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| Long night, half-right
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| Get straight, talk it out
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| Long night, half-right
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| Get straight, help me
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Long night, half-right
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| Get straight, talk it out
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| Long night, half-right
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| Get straight, help me
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit; |
| shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit |