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In decadence and sane |
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I stood by the wall |
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Thought I'd left myself at home |
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Thought I'd turned my back to stone |
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But all the strangers knew my name |
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All but one who turned away |
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In fear he'd been there once before |
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Behind that same tormented door |
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I saw his bed amazing |
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I stole his coat to save the cold |
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Burnt my speech to keep him warm |
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Dropped a boy's mouth for my own |
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But beauty's left the aging for his youth |
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I want to press my lips |
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To his winter chill flesh |
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And press his hands to the sky |
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I want to sleep in the night |
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In his eyes in the rain in |
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BerlinI want to sleep in the night |
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In his eyes in the rain in |
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BerlinI want to sleep in the night |
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In his eyes in the rain in |
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Berlin(words: Rozz Williams) |
