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Calling cards of madness |
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Pull the brass men from their knees |
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To petrify more images to dangle |
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Just outside the reach |
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Of the stunted and the dreamless ones |
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Who have nothing left to keep |
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For frozen dawns or nights |
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As cold as these have been |
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Don't ask for explanations |
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There's nothing left you'd understand |
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You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned |
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We read the latest venereal journals |
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Flicked through some catalogs of fear |
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You tore some more pages |
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From your old lovers hearts |
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Then we engineered a wild reunion |
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In a Berlin Alleyway |
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While your New York Fuhrer |
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Tore our universe apart |
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Don't ask for explanations |
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There's nothing left you'd understand |
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You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned |
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Break my legs politely |
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I'll spit my gold teeth out at you |
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Your sores are almost big enough |
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To step right inside now |
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I'll send you truckloads of flowers |
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From all the worlds that you stole from me |
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I'll spin a coin in the madhouse |
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While I watch you drowning |
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Don't ask for explanations |
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There's nothing left you'd understand |
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You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned |
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned |
