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You've got black hair that flows like a river,
as it falls down the back of your neck.
But your heart is so cold that I shiver,
And your trail is a graveyard of bricks.

And your act is all smoke and mirrors.
And the crowd's getting wise to your tricks.
You better move it along to the next little song
'Cause the air is getting thick as brick.

And time wears everybody down in the end
And honey, you know, you're next.
Yeah, the devil takes everyone of us in the end.
And honey, you know, you're next.

You've got stars of the night in your eyes
that sends chills down the crippled man's spine.
There's blood on your hands from all those who've died.
And there's a black hole inside your mind.

Honey, that's just how my thoughts run.
In this dark and depressing old night
as I sit here alone by the disconnected phone,
and listen to the neighbors that fight.

Yeah, the time catches up with us all in the end.
And honey, you know, you're next.
Yeah, the devil takes everyone of us in the end.
And honey, you know, you're next.

Yeah, honey, you know, you're next

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