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 | | We were prisoners of love, a love in chains, He was standin' in the door, I was standin' in the rain, With the same hot blood burning in our veins, Adam raised a Cain. |
 | | I'm riding down Kingsley, Figuring I'll get a drink Turn the radio up loud, So I don't have to think, I take her to the floor, Looking for a moment when the world seems right, And I tear into the guts, Of something in the night. |
 | | Well, if she wants to see me, You can tell her that I'm easily found, Tell her there's a spot out `neath Abram's Bridge, And tell her, there's a darkness on the edge of town. |
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