Dyed in the Wool - The Young Knives

Help me, I’m starting to expire

I hope that I can hire a helping hand

It’s got a meaning, I really hadn’t thought of

I really should take care of the things I have

I have to hold you

Have to hold you in a headlock

I have to force you into wedlock

That’s how I am

I’m dyed in the wool

Dyed in the wool.

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Fucking love

When I should buckle down

And I shouldn’t hang around

For what that’s worth

Can you forgive me?

We’re headed irrational

Freakish passion for passion

That’s my curse, that’s my curse

I’m dyed in the wool

Dyed in the wool.

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I’m dyed in the wool

I’m dyed in the wool.

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Dyed in the wool