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Shades of black |
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Are hard to spot |
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Spit on me |
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Forget me not |
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Broken stars |
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Look good in print |
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Scandals taste |
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like springs of mint |
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You can't say no to a cellophane heart |
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You can't say no to a work of art |
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We all need that centerfold part of life |
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So come on roll the dice |
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Sometimes we lie |
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And I think we'd rather cry like crocodiles |
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Than look ourselves straight in the eye |
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Everybody's talking |
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Damned malicious make believe |
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Everybody's talking |
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Shades of black in magazines |
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Everybody's talking |
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'Bout the things you left behind |
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Everybody's talking |
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There's no way to ease your mind |
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Shades of black |
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Will take their toll |
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Misery |
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Like solid gold |
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Resting upon |
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Paper shoulders |
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Are camera |
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Obscura soldiers |
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You can't say no to a cellophane heart |
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You can't say no to a work of art |
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We all need that centerfold part of life |
|
So come on roll the dice |
|
Sometimes we lie |
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And I think we'd rather cry like crocodiles |
|
Than look ourselves straight in the eye |
|
Everybody's talking |
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Damned malicious make believe |
|
Everybody's talking |
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Shades of black in magazines |
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Everybody's talking |
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'Bout the things you left behind |
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Everybody's talking |
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There's no way to ease your mind |
