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Jaws Of Hell (Live From Cambridge Corn Exchange)Come on and lean right inInto the middle of the ring To the place where we sign on in Meet at the top of the hit Go off where the waves spit Go off where the skies are still Off the top of a cliff Watch for the first to hit Make a small bet on it Or we could lean right in Cover up winter skin Making this last one win We keep falling Till these lips stop moving We keep falling Till these lips stop moving How about we make a break from here We gone up from the guts of hell Take a breather where his lungs should be We can jump from the edge of here Wait on up until the break of day Wait on it till it gives away When the devil pulls his words away We'll swing out from the jaws of hell We'll swing out from the jaws of hell We're at a warning sign I follow a two man line It seems like we're done But let the fate decide it Throw my soul into the lake Bang my cards into the grave We're at a two-way sign Hoping that we go down mine Throw my soul into the lake Bang my cards into the grave The sweet of the call The roof of your name The further it's gone The sting of the tail The king of the call Is whispering your name We're right on the bell But I fell like diamond Fell like diamond Fell like diamond Fell like diamond |