| You’ve got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents
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| And one bad leg, you got it from the war
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| Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes
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| You can’t wait to go and make some more
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| If you sneak out now, they’ll never know you’re missing
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| Before they’re wise, you could be gone and back
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| While they stand guffawing in the kitchen
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| You’re down the stair, and leave the screen unlatched
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| Leave that door unlatched
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| Swallowed up in silence, holding all your breath now
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| Wait for that familiar pull
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| Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse
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| No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring
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| And brother, you prepare yourself to Offer up what you were born to lose
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| You move down the block, see curtains hung in tatters
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| The windows lit — the house is still awake
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| The girl upstairs is crying like it matters
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| Will she bend or will she only break
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| Just one more mistake
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| In no time she’s disappearing through your fingers
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| Slips away so make it last
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| Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse
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| No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring
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| And brother, you prepare yourself to offer up What you needed the most
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| Lord, he’ll make you a ghost
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| If you do or if you don’t
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| You’ve got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents
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| And one bad leg, you got it from the war
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| Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes
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| You can’t wait to go and make some more
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| So go and make some more
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| Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse
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| No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring
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| And brother, you prepare yourself to Offer up what you were born to lose |