Daylight mornings creeping in had the blackest bream
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are you souring
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and i dreamt that i wiped all the blood from your eyes
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woke up thinking i love you
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but i cant say why
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so please leave your fucking money at the door
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condede you know youll be coming back for more
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were all looking for gold here midnight and you inch along
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devils in the backyard now where it all went wrong
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and i drinik myself sick so i wont see you crawl
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guess i drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve
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so drink myself sick so i wont see you crawl
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guess i dreained all youre beauty to watch you dissolve
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so please leave you fucking money at the door
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concede you know youll be coming back for more
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were all looking for gold here and i hate that i need you
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and i dont know why
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and i hate that i need
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and i dont know why
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so please
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leave your fucking money at the door
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concede you know youll be coming back for more
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were all looking for gold here
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Souring
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| David Usher |
