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Oh, Captain of my industry |
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Oh, cigarettes and company |
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I'm never where I want to be: |
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The dirty, dirty ground |
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Oh, Halloween! The blood you drew |
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You carved a space to climb into |
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And like a lantern, like a pyre |
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I burn, I burn with holy fire |
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I talk when I don't have to |
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And I hope it doesn't matter |
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'Cause we know what we know |
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And I don't know how you do it |
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But I change and you see to it |
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That we ain't got no show |
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And all I could see in the ink of the dark |
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Was your cigarette, breathing like beating heart |
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I fold mine in, like origami |
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It might look pretty, but you do not know me |
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I talk when I don't have to |
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And I hope it doesn't matter |
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'Cause we know what we know |
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And I don't know how you do it |
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But I change and you see to it |
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That we ain't got no show |
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Oh, Halloween! Oh, jealous star |
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Are you who you say you are? |
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I thought you would have found me out by now |
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Oh, Halloween! The blood you drew |
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You carved a space to climb into |
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I don't know what I should have seen |
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Oh, not since Halloween |
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Oh, not since Halloween |
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No, not since Halloween |
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No, not since Halloween |
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Halloween |
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Halloween |
