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My guy is a tad transcontinental |
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But it keeps me enchained. |
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Watch an old black and white movie |
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Fred and Ginger are too sentimental. |
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Cryin' in shame, I don't want to be forgotten. |
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I can't be alone |
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So don't you dare leave me. |
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It's like coming home |
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To skin that has died. |
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Human voices like a drum |
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And they're looking right through me; |
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Scatter the ashes one more time, for me |
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One more time, for me |
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My guy is a tad too ornamental |
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When he's frozen in space. |
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cut your eye far to me |
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Covered carcasses, too elemental |
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Caught underneath a subway, I don't want to be forgotten. |
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I can't be alone |
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So don't you dare leave me. |
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It's like coming home |
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To skin that has died. |
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Human voices like a drum |
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And they're looking right through me; |
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Scatter the ashes one more time, for me |
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One more time, for me |
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One more time for me, one more time for me |
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One more time for me, one more time for me |
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One more time for me, one more time for me |
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Trans-likened, twisting my ankle |
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Doing the grave dance. |
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Narcotic? Yes please, I'll have a sample! |
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Riding on my very last chance. |
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Then the clouds will open for me! |
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Gonna meet my Jesus Christ! |
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I see history playing before me |
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For pleasure and passion, you play the price. |
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Sadness; the name of the spike that took me. |
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I'm naked, that's all. |
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Like some raging, hard, horny Mephistopheles |
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Came for my soul. |
