| How many colors does she need to know
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| When you’re way way way down in the hole
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| When the night time comes round
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| When the night time comes around
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| When the night time comes round
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| In the night
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| If fortune sides with him who dares
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| A life in bliss in the Garden of Eden
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| One bad kiss from Casanova, prestige over, keep the claws
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| He may be old but his mind’s like a razor
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| Dissipate, disappear like vapour
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| Cufflinks on a chartered curator
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| Haven the wager
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| Work your life, don’t ask why
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| Give your mother good goodbye
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| Show me where you run and hide
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| Drop your gun, fix your tie
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| Don’t you know the price is low?
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| (Fire in the hole)
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| Way down in the hole
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| Told you once, told you twice
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| La de da, roll the dice
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| I’m gunna tell you twice
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| Out of sight, replaced by a young man in a suit
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| Silhouettes and recruits
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| Snakes in the bushes were none the wiser
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| Lost direction I’ll come to Dada
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| Call on the doctor, bring on the healing
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| Insert the brother, hit the kill switch
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| View my crime but nothing published
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| Choir-boys singing, my demise it’s hunting season
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| (It's hunting season)
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| (It's hunting season)
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| (It's hunting season)
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| (It's hunting season) |