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Find You First
03:27
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If the devil doesn't find you first I'll be here waiting for you.
See it as some kind of curse but you don't know the truth.
I don't mind sinking if you don't mind drowning.
Look in your eyes says your hiding something.
I can't keep you underground, for long.
Hold me once, hold me twice.
The fear of knowing's no surprise.
If the devil doesn't take your call I'll pick up the receiver.
Never made much sense at all, not since you made your deal.
I don't mind sinking if you don't mind drowning.
Look in your eyes says your hiding something.
I can't keep you underground, for long.
Hold me once, hold me twice.
The fear of knowing's no surprise.
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2. |
Troubles
04:49
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You can pull me down, kick me around,
stab my back now ain't you proud.
Those demon's eyes caused you pain
and hurt your pride.
I stand before you in the light of the crowd,
please forgive me as I bow down.
I took it all and spat it out.
She comes in evil
as disguise.
There is no way to compromise.
This dirty disease that I breathe in
tears me down while it grind.
I'm sure you know that I always win,
I'm sure you know that I always win.
I stand before you in the light of the crowd,
please forgive me as I bow down.
I took it all and spat it out.
She comes in evil
as disguise.
There is no way to compromise.
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St. James Infirmary
04:11
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I went down to St James Infirmary
and I saw my baby there.
She's laid out on the cold white table
so cold, so sweet, so fair.
Let her go, let her go God bless her
wherever she may be.
She may search this whole world over
but she'll never find a man as sweet as me.
When I die oh bury me
in my high-top Stetson hat.
Put a 20-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
so the boy'll know I died standing pat.
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4. |
Try
03:41
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I may not know which way I'll go
but every time you walk near,
I get this rush, some kind of lush
orchestration in my ears.
And I will try
This little heart, it's beating starts
and never seems to disappear.
The perfect mark, the perfect scars
whenever you are in the air.
And I will try
Nothing but silence can sell or control what has been,
and lately the sirens have taken their blood from the wings
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