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Intro:
I'm never gonna live,
Never gonna give
Never gonna die your way
Fuck. No! Go away
Never gonna try,
Never wonder why
Never gonna change
No, say it, what

Never understand,
Never gave a damn
Never see it through your eyes
Fuck you, no way
Never understand
Never lend a hand
Never see it through my eyes

There's a fire within,
Hate to admit it,
but I always knew
Violence and sin
Keeps me fearless
Keeps me from being...

You - so dated
You - outdated
You - so fading away
You can't take it
You just fake it
You are just in my way
I don't give a fuck about you!

There is a house in Sin City
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin' man
Down in Sin City

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk

Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm going back to Sin City
To wear that ball and chain

Well mother, tell your children
Never do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
In the house of the Rising Sun

There is a house in Sin City
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God knows that I'm one

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