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Sun down on the sorry day
By nightlights the children pray
I know you're probably gettin' ready for bed
Beautiful woman get out of my head
I'm so tired of the same old crud
Sweet baby I need fresh blood
The moon shines on the autumn sky
Growin' cold the leaves all die
I'm more alone than I've ever been
Help me out of the shape I'm in
After the fires before the flood
My sweet baby I need fresh blood
Whatever trepidation you may feel
In your heart you know it's not real
In a moment of clarity
Some little act of charity
You gotta pull me out of this mud
Sweet baby I need fresh blood
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