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To lick your wounds and crack through the morphine's sweet darkness, |
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bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss it's you I can't forget, |
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I ain't cost you yet.I ain't lost you yet. |
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Jumped away from the lens, ground to a point love's blind pretence, |
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burst all those syphilltic cysts that rot the love of God, |
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stood where Moses trod,the lucky sod,you yet, I ain't caught it yet, you cast your clever net, |
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but I ain't caught it yet. How can I forget? How can I forget? |
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you cast your clever net but I ain't caught it yet. |
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Gangsters don't cry, when they shoot you to die, |
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so keep the whites of their eyes in your sights. |
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Im Staring buck naked at the world, no fig leaf needed, pure as gold, |
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burst all this complicated bliss that rots the love of God |
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stood where Moses trod the lucky sod. |
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And fizz the first touch of your tongue, flinched like the grip of moist uncle, |
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sniff sweet cocaine and disco sick, cos I can drink to this, every shot of bliss, |
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Aw shucks. Aw shucks hits, I ain't caught it yet, |
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you cast that clever net, but I ain't caught it yet. |
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How can I forget? How can I forget? |
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you cast your clever net but I ain't caught it yet. |
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Aw shucks, Aw shucks. |
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Gangsters don't cry, |
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when they shoot you to die, so keep the whites of their eyes in your sights. |
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Lying in the sun like a fat dog with you is worth cancer. |
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The few pleasures, how white my clean ass could be, |
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there is not yet a neat Media label to describe you and me and this age. |
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Well **** them. |
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And on the streets there's an advert real people pickled to the bone by the vultures of culture, |
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golf, hold on to yourself, |
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so hang on, |
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Hang on to yourself, |
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Come on, come on, come on. |
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Make it feel like stealers tongue, a real flesh eater. |
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Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth, |
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so bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy. |
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And in the parks they skate to flow it all out, |
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It's all out, they're all out, they're all out I'm so glad they're all out. |