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Dodging the blues, but the blues were gaining fast
Riding the news, knowing news just doesn't last
Heaven, come seven, with the rolling of the bones
Ah, but winning never feels like going home

He's thick at the bottom, thin at the top
Like a bottle shaken, with a cork that wouldn't pop
Pretending and descending to the land of woe
Oh, life's not what you think, it's what you know

So take it downtown tonight
When nobody's looking, you can slip it out of sight
Since you're devil bound, it's hell downtown tonight

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He's beard, bone and gristle, the rest is mostly mule
He's running from the whistles, he's running as a rule
Pretending and descending to the land of woe
Oh, when you give your hand to fate, she don't let go

So take it downtown tonight
When nobody's looking, you can slip it out of sight
Since you're devil bound, it's hell downtown tonight

Dodging the blues, but the blues were gaining fast
Riding the news, knowing news just doesn't last
Heaven, come seven, with the rolling of the bones
Ah, but life's not what you think, it's what you know
And when you give your hand to fate, she don't let go

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