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I tell tales, tall as cliffs, you've got a lisp

Kid, those things are hard to miss like my cripple cough

All your weekends lost by the lake

Where you said I needed be afraid



Of all those devils on the wall

That make a fella small

When he's feelin' brave

They take his wine away



There were posters on the wall

I swear my mother saw

That I'd been up all night

Up all night



And you came well equipped

With a gun on your hip and some poison on your lips

But when we wake up in our make up

We'll be clean, we won't have nowhere to be



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Oh, but I can't talk to you the way I've wanted to

I've been tellin' lies but I'll tell you the truth

Oh, I can't talk to you the way I've wanted to

I've been tellin' lies but I'll tell you the truth



Darling, I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving

You know I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving tonight



Darling, I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving

You know I'm tired and I should be leaving



And you'll hang like the rest

We'll leave a noose on the attorney's desk

And take to the streets, chant like an army

And doctor up this disease



Thanks to razvan