| You’re counting on the bottom of a bloody river
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| Tell me, who’s gonna catch your soul
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| You’re standin on the ledge of the bridge
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| Tell me, who’s gonna pay your toll
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| A hundred feet high
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| With a fear in your eye
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| So who gonna push you in
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| What’s done is done
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| The clock keeps tickin
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| The time is wearin down
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| You got blood on your face
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| With a conscience you dance
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| And you know it’s the end of the road
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| My friend
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| Oh, yes it is
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| You’re carryin in your arms
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| The red stained rug
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| With the woman you called your love
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| Steppin on sorrow on your own last walk
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| For attention from above
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| You’r drivin away, with house up in flames
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| Like you’r burning the pain
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| And the burnin still remains
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| What’s done is done
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| In the heat of passion
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| Takin names in blood
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| Now the devil’s laughin
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| Well tell us one thing you’ve found
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| That you can be proud
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| They wanted you dead
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| But you’re one step ahead
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| Oh, in the heat of passion
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| In the heat of passion
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| Standin in the room with your wife and another
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| Oh, Oh what did you do
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| You caught 'er in he act
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| Put a knife in your back
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| Well, you get even too
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| You hear your bed
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| It sticks your heart
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| You slip in to a whole lot of rage
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| So give your time to calm yourself
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| Return to a different page
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| You can’t take back the crime
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| Or go back in time
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| On helping you see
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| And know that it history
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| Oh, what’s done is done
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| In the heat of passion
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| Takin names in blood
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| Now the devil’s laughin
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| Well tell us one thing you’ve found
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| That you can’t be proud
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| They wanted you dead
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| But you’re one step ahead
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| And they took your love with a fine reaction
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| You’re the midnight son, and your world is crashin
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| Your guilt is runnin around, so running you down
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| So when you were told, so your guilt set in stone
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| Oh, in the heat of passion
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| For the world, for the world … ay … ay …
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| What’s done is done
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| In the heat of passion
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| Takin names in blood
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| Now the devil’s laughin
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| Well tell us one thing you’ve found
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| That you can’t be proud
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| They wanted you dead
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| But you’re one step ahead
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| In the heat of passion
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| Oh, oh in the heat of passion
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| You got blood on your hands, I see
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| For love of the History |