Knives Of Spain

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If I had some poet?s wings
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I would fly to New Orleans
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I?d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds
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So if you cut the words they would bleed

Chorus 1:
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And in the night when I?m all alone
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And the sadness goes to the bone
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I?d make the words in the refrain
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As lethal as the knives of Spain

If I had some black cat?s bones
I?d take the things down to Antone?s
Then I?d steal what I really need
I?d take it home and I?d let it bleed

Chorus 2:
And in the night when I?m by myself
I?d take what it was down from the shelf
When I find the words in the refrain
As lethal as the knives of Spain

If I had some grains of faith
Well I?d keep ?em where they were safe
Then I would not disbelieve
Be corrupted or deceived

Chorus 3:
And in the night when no one?s around
I would kneel down upon the ground
When I find the words in the refrain
As lethal as the knives of Spain.

Chorus 3