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Lyrics
Staggering feet and bloodshot eyes Two bit hustler in a king's disguise Forty-five loaded, nowhere to go Take me anywhere but I think you should know Bruises on my back, bruises on my head Blood on my shirt, looks like I'm dead Take what you got, lose what you found A knife in my hand, gonna run you down Everytime I see your face You seem to take the devil's place The devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you Seven inch heels and jet black hair A two faced liar, not a single care A back alley date, ready to run The evening's not over till the damage is done Scratches on my neck, scratches on my face A scar on my neck, my spine's out of place Too many lies, too many times A gun in her hand, right between my eyes Everytime I see your face You seem to take the devil's place The devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you Solo Staggering feet and bloodshot eyes Two bit hustler in a king's disguise Forty-five loaded, nowhere to go Take me anywhere but I think you should know The devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you (I don't want you) Devil sent you (I don't want you) Devil sent you (I don't want you) Devil sent you (I don't want you) The devil...I don't want you I don't need you I don't want you I don't need you Devil sent you Devil sent you Devil sent you And I'm gonna send you back
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