| She can taste the sorrow
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| And she can’t get enough
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| And she’s too scared to swallow
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| If she might fall in love
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| And if we look to tomorrow
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| And we know that these kids will follow
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| Where we go and these steps are hollow
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| She’s gonna haunt your home and break your bones
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| Never gonna leave your soul alone
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| Because the things you’ve got will leave you all
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| On your own, own
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| She’s gonna haunt your home
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| And break your bones
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| Because the things you’ve got will leave you all
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| On your own
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| And if he’s yesterdays model
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| And today we’ve seen enough
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| Then he’ll seduce the bottle
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| He thinks this could be love
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| We look to tomorrow and we know
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| That these kids will follow where we go And these steps are hollow
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| She’s gonna haunt your home and break your bones
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| Never gonna leave your soul alone
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| Because the things you’ve got will leave you all
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| On your own, own
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| She’s gonna haunt your home
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| And break your bones
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| Because the things you’ve got will leave you all
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| On your own
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| When my body is cold, decorate me in gold
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| A wake’s a party — have a good time
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| When my body is cold, decorate me in gold
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| A wake’s a party — have a good time
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| When my body is cold, decorate me in gold
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| A wake’s a party — have a good time
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| When my body is cold, decorate me in gold
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| A wake’s a party — have a good, good
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| Haunt your home and break your bones
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| Never gonna leave your soul alone
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| Because the things you’ve got will leave you all
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| On your own, own
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| She’s gonna haunt your home
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| And break your bones
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| Because the things you’ve got will leave you all
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| On your own, own |