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Sugarlight, we're addicts |
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Why do you think we came? |
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He's pasting gold leaches |
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On my arm |
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We sharpen up our teeth |
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White sugar he speaks French |
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Memorizing torsos |
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He's open throated |
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In the corner |
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Hands arrive at hands |
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My arm is tied off waiting |
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To burn it down |
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Sugarlight, sugarlight |
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I can't believe |
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Swallowing one bulb after another |
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In the city of electric light |
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Sugarlight, sugarlight |
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I can't believe |
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Swallowing one bulb after another |
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In the city of electric light |
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Ohh, sugarlight, sugarlight |
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I can't believe |
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Swallowing one bulb after another |
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In the city of electric light |
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Sugarlight, sugarlight |
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I can't believe |
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Swallowing one bulb after another |
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In the city of electric light |
