| 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)
|
| 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
|
| Forgetting what it was that they taught you
|
| 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…
|
| Blood-shot, your eyes drop
|
| And the skin’s all wearin' thin
|
| There’s no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water
|
| Or the trouble that you’re in
|
| You’re dancin' with your demons, baby
|
| You forgot your former life
|
| And it was hard swimmin' once
|
| And now you’re daily divin' in
|
| And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
|
| There’s no supper on the table. |
| (No supper on the table)
|
| And my feet are in the flames
|
| I’m dryin' out again
|
| And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
|
| My baby’s cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)
|
| And my feet are in the flames
|
| I’m dryin' out again
|
| And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)
|
| There’s no supper on the table. |
| (No supper on the table)
|
| And my feet are in the flames
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| Oh, the ceiling’s… closin' in |