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Take a little walk to the edge of town |
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Now spread your wings and fly |
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Don't the lights of the city look so damn pretty |
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When you're flying so high? |
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It's hard to know 'bout the down-below |
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The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood |
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It seems |
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To make a grown man cry |
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You really wanna know what's wrong with this land? |
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Just scratch your head with your red right hand |
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You see, everyone's a liar, babe, and that's the truth |
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I said everyone's a liar, baby, and I got the proof |
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You got a new boy, you feel you're in with a chance |
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You think you're in his arms but you're in his hands |
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But still he seems so cute and true and groovy |
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But get that boy up on the stand |
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And watch him raise his red right hand |
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Move your hips, babe, move your thighs |
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Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize |
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He's tracing a tiny finger down your spine |
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He's leaving behind a thin red line |
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Oh, don't get so sad when it all comes down so heavy |
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A low wind moans across the land |
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As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand |
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I'm talking 'bout blood, babe |
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It's in your veins |
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Your mummy and daddy |
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They've got the same |
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You're under the mirror day after day |
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You see a pretty face crumbling away |
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As you become your mum and daddy |
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Scream once, scream twice, now scream again |
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Cover that face with your red right hand |
