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Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, lovers |
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Feeding off each other |
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Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, hunters |
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D-Did I stutter, motherfuckers? |
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It was all so long ago |
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I sang you all the songs I wrote |
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You were young and vulnerable |
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I was old |
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Time's a winding centipede |
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Crawling into centuries |
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She will not remember me |
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I need a doctor or a priest or something |
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Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny |
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I need a doctor or a priest or something |
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The police are coming |
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Maybe I just read you wrong |
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Or maybe I've been dead too long |
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I led you on, you went along |
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Time's a winding centipede |
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Burrows in our memories |
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And that is all we'll ever be |
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I need a doctor or a priest or something |
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Saunta Claus, the Easter Bunny |
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I need a doctor or a priest or something |
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The police are coming |
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The universe is expanding |
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But I don't feel a damn thing |
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There's nothing you can do about it |
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Keep on dancing |
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They say it's all expanding |
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But I don't feel a damn thing |
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There's nothing you can do about it |
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Keep on dancing |
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Stars inside wander with the gods tonight |
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Vibrating and harmonized |
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The glitter of the stars inside |
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The universe is expanding |
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But I don't feel a damn thing |
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There's nothing you can do about it |
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Keep on dancing |
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They say it's all expanding |
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But I don't feel a damn thing |
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Love and understanding |
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Were simply too demanding |
