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Storm picks up valuable things |
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Places mirrors at my feet |
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A wardrobe filled with blood |
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And nasty lies to repeat |
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Well let me give you something ' |
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Cause everything's for free |
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Yeah let me give you something |
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Before you take it from me |
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With a magic finger |
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I'll smooth the lines on your face |
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And no bad feelings linger |
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But your disgust and my disgrace |
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You wanna get excited |
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So I'll push you too far |
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You wanna get excited |
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That's just too bad |
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Here they come |
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They've got shotguns and transparent skin |
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And they will stand around like rain |
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And they all want in |
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So come on in, you're welcome in |
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Storm picks up valuable things |
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Places mirrors at my feet |
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A wardrobe filled with blood |
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And nasty lies to repeat |
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You wanna get excited |
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So I'll push you too far |
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You wanna get excited |
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That's just too bad |
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Here they come |
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They've got shotguns and transparent skin |
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And they will stand around like rain |
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And they all want in |
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So come on in, you're welcome in |
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Here they come |
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Tell me how you know my name |
