Afghan Whigs
Afghan Whigs - The Lottery songtekst
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Let it be light, baby Where there's none Memories bite, baby Never done I control, collect, collide Come in slow, that's alright Let it be night, baby Come undone now Let it be night, lady Watch them run The enemy lies waiting For the sun I control, collect, collide To let go is to bet your life Let it be light, baby Till there's none The lottery, the ritual The consequence, the criminal Come back to me, I've been them all Come bedtime, come bad times Let it be night and then I'm born again Remedy disguise the poison pen You let her slip out of the tourniquet again The lottery, still waiting for the show A part of me can't let it go I'll fade to black, a parable Incognizant, incomparable And now we've reached the end One for now One for always One for me One for yourself I'm ready I'm ready Ready