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I'll press my face up to your railings |
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I'll listen, you've still got a little unused pain |
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A little hurt |
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A little further |
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Don't burn your hand on the window |
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If you just want to take in the view |
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Don't you bend my wicked mind |
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With your mumbo-jumbo torture |
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If it's all the same to you |
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It's all the same... |
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Here we are, we're here forever |
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We're gone tomorrow, why I might not even bother |
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But you're lovely and dark |
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It's getting darker now |
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You press your face to my railings |
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I've still got a little unused pain |
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I'll shoot you down |
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With my good-luck paradox |
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With my teeth and my brain |
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With my teeth and my brain |
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My death, it's holy and awesome |
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It's as common as muck on a spade |
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I'm not afraid now |
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I'm not afraid now |
