[{"id":19449092,"name":"Right Next Door to Hell","trackName":"Right Next Door to Hell","artistName":"Guns N’ Roses","albumName":"Right Next Door to Hell","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nI'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix\nJesus, don't you get tired of turning tricks?\nBut when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues\nSeems all our heroes were born to lose\n\nJust walkin' through time, you believe this heat\nAnother empty house, another dead end street\nGonna rest my bones, sit for a spell\nThis side of Heaven this close to Hell\n\nRight next door to Hell\nWhy don't you write a letter to me?\nI said I'm right next door to Hell\nAnd so many eyes are on me\n\nRight next door to Hell\nI got nowhere else to be\nRight next door to Hell\nFeels like the walls are closing in on me\n\nMy mama never really said much to me\nShe was much too young and scared to be\nHell, Freud might say that's what I need\nBut all I really ever get is 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blame\n[01:31.76] But times are hard and thrills are cheaper\n[01:33.82] As your arms get shorter, your pockets get deeper\n[01:36.35] Right next door to Hell\n[01:38.65] Why don't you write a letter to me?\n[01:40.78] I said I'm right next door to Hell\n[01:43.37] So many eyes are on me\n[01:45.96] Right next door to Hell\n[01:48.37] I never thought this is where I'd be\n[01:50.16] But right next door to Hell\n[01:52.82] Thinkin' time'll stand still for me\n[01:58.11] Fuck you\n[02:12.55] Bitch\n[02:13.60] \n[02:38.54] Not bad kids, just stupid ones, yeah\n[02:40.88] We thought we'd own the world and gettin' used was havin' fun\n[02:42.96] I said we're not bad kids, just lucid ones, yeah\n[02:45.89] Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone\n[02:48.22] So much out there, still so much to see\n[02:50.08] Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me\n[02:52.73] It drives me up the walls, it drives me out of my mind\n[02:55.38] Can you tell me what this means, huh?\n[02:58.45] 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handle, time's too much for me\n[02:52.73] It drives me up the walls, it drives me out of my mind\n[02:55.38] Can you tell me what this means, huh?\n[02:58.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Right Next Door To Hell\n  artist: Guns N' Roses\n  album: The Ultimate Best Of Guns N' Roses\n  duration_ms: 182831\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 20050\n  end_ms: 21420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 21420\n  end_ms: 29340\n- text: I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix\n  start_ms: 29340\n  end_ms: 31840\n- text: Jesus, don't you get tired of turning tricks?\n  start_ms: 31840\n  end_ms: 34240\n- text: But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues\n  start_ms: 34240\n  end_ms: 36680\n- text: Seems all our heroes were born to lose\n  start_ms: 36680\n  end_ms: 38950\n- text: Just walkin' through time, you believe this heat\n  start_ms: 38950\n  end_ms: 41310\n- text: Another empty house, another dead end street\n  start_ms: 41310\n  end_ms: 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(ooh)\n[02:05.91] I can't shoot them anymore (ooh)\n[02:13.09] That cold black cloud is comin' down (ooh)\n[02:20.51] Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door (ooh)\n[02:28.34] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah\n[02:35.57] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door\n[02:42.65] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh, yeah\n[02:50.02] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ayy, hey, yeah\n[02:57.92] Ooh...\n[03:01.60] \n[03:46.48] You just better start sniffin' your own rank subjugation, Jack\n[03:49.09] Because it's just you against your tattered libido, the bank, and the mortician, forever, man\n[03:52.30] And it wouldn't be luck if you could get out of life alive\n[03:54.43] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, hey, hey, hey-hey, yeah\n[04:01.66] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door\n[04:06.72] \n[04:08.86] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, ooh, yeah\n[04:16.19] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door\n[04:23.22] Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's 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way\n[03:34.76] I said that's right\n[03:39.89] Time's short, your life's your own\n[03:43.82] And in the end we are just\n[03:47.78] Dust and bones\n[03:51.58] Dust and bones\n[03:55.16] Dust and bones\n[04:00.73] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:04.43] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:08.04] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:11.77] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:15.45] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:19.19] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:22.59] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:26.23] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:29.87] That's alright (dust and bones)\n[04:33.50] That's alright\n[04:35.93] \n[04:46.77] Just dust and bones, yeah\n[04:54.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dust n Bones\n  artist: Guns N’ Roses\n  album: Right Next Door to Hell\n  duration_ms: 347000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: He lost his mind today\n  start_ms: 1170\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: He left it out back on the highway\n  start_ms: 4820\n  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\n[02:38.54] Not bad kids, just stupid ones, yeah\n[02:40.88] We thought we'd own the world and gettin' used was havin' fun\n[02:42.96] I said we're not bad kids, just lucid ones, yeah\n[02:45.89] Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone\n[02:48.22] So much out there, still so much to see\n[02:50.08] Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me\n[02:52.73] It drives me up the walls, it drives me out of my mind\n[02:55.38] Can you tell me what this means, huh?\n[02:58.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Right Next Door To Hell\n  artist: Guns N' Roses\n  album: Guns N' Roses - Westwood 1 FM Broadcast Deer Creek Noblesville IN 28th May 1991 Part One.\n  duration_ms: 193453\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 20050\n  end_ms: 21420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 21420\n  end_ms: 29340\n- text: I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix\n  start_ms: 29340\n  end_ms: 31840\n- text: Jesus, don't you get tired of turning tricks?\n  start_ms: 31840\n  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me\n\n  My mama never really said much to me\n  She was much too young and scared to be\n  Hell, Freud might say that's what I need\n  But all I really ever get is greed\n\n  And most my friends they feel the same\n  Hell, we don't even have ourselves to blame\n  But times are hard and thrills are cheaper\n  As your arms get shorter, your pockets get deeper\n\n  Right next door to Hell\n  Why don't you write a letter to me?\n  I said I'm right next door to Hell\n  So many eyes are on me\n\n  Right next door to Hell\n  I never thought this is where I'd be\n  But right next door to Hell\n  Thinkin' time'll stand still for me\n\n  Fuck you\n  Bitch\n\n  Not bad kids, just stupid ones, yeah\n  We thought we'd own the world and gettin' used was havin' fun\n  I said we're not bad kids, just lucid ones, yeah\n  Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone\n\n  So much out there, still so much to see\n  Time's too much to handle, time's too much for me\n  It drives me up the walls, it drives me 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you let 'em get to you\nYa get out on your own\nAnd you/take all that you own\nAnd you/forget about your home\nAnd then you're/just fuckin' gone\nThere's no logic here today\nDo as you got to, go your own way\nI said that's right\nTime's short your life's your own\nAnd in the end\nWe are just\nDUST N' BONES","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dust N Bones (Live)\n  artist: Guns N' Roses\n  album: Right Next Door To Hell (Live)\n  duration_ms: 347533\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  He lost his mind today\n  He left it out back on the highway\n  On \"65\"\n  She loved him yesterday\n  Yesterday's over\n  I said okay\n  That's all right\n  Time moves on\n  That's the way\n  We live an hope to see the next day\n  That's all right\n  Sometimes these things they are so easy\n  Sometimes these things they are so cold\n  Sometimes these things just seem to rip you right in two\n  Oh no man don't let 'em get ta you\n  She loved him yesterday\n  He fucked her sister\n  She said no way\n  An that's all right\n  Buried her things today\n  Way back out deep\n  Behind the driveway\n  And that's all right\n  Sometimes these women are so easy\n  Sometimes these women are so cold\n  Sometimes these women seem to rip you right in two\n  Only if you let 'em get to you\n  Ya get out on your own\n  And you/take all that you own\n  And you/forget about your home\n  And then you're/just fuckin' gone\n  There's no logic here today\n  Do as you got to, go your own way\n  I said that's right\n  Time's short your life's your own\n  And in the end\n  We are just\n  DUST N' BONES\n"}]