Blood-shot, your eyes drop
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And the skin’s all wearin' thin
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There’s no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water
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Or the trouble that you’re in
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You’re dancin' with your demons, baby
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You forgot your former life
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And it was hard swimmin' once
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And now you’re daily divin' in
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And I’m bringin' home the rain
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There’s no supper on the table
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And my feet are in the flames
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I’m dryin' out again
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All your kin have all gone on to
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Fields all bathed in sun
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And the only thing left in your possession
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Is an empty bottle and a gun
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And the weekends come and go like tides
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And they soak you to the neck
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And pretty soon the weekdays
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Are the same
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And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
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There’s no supper on the table. |
(No supper on the table)
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And my feet are in the flames
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I’m dryin' out again
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And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
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My baby’s cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)
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And my feet are in the flames
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I’m dryin' out again
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Evil are the demons that haunt you
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Forgetting what it was that they taught you
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And now there’s no one left to stop you
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Or to catch you when you drop
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You’re evil as the demons that haunt you
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Forgetting what it was that they taught you
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And now there’s no one left to stop you
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Or to catch you when you drop
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You’re evil as the demons that haunt you
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Forgetting what it was that they taught you
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And now there’s no one left to stop you
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Or to catch you when you, when you, when you’re…
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Blood-shot, your eyes drop
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And the skin’s all wearin' thin
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There’s no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water
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Or the trouble that you’re in
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You’re dancin' with your demons, baby
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You forgot your former life
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And it was hard swimmin' once
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And now you’re daily divin' in
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And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
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There’s no supper on the table. |
(No supper on the table)
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And my feet are in the flames
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I’m dryin' out again
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And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
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My baby’s cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)
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And my feet are in the flames
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I’m dryin' out again
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And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
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There’s no supper on the table. |
(No supper on the table)
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And my feet are in the flames
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Oh, the ceiling’s… closin' in |