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Hold on to your genre, |
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Your genre's got a hold on you. |
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Hold on to your hair-do, |
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It's the only thing to hold onto. |
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Hold on to your genre, |
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Your genre's got a hold on you. |
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Get up on the vapor,' |
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Cause the solid's tough to hold on to. |
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There's a promise in the back room. |
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See it written in the bathroom. |
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You tell a little lie and then you |
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Try to get us in your bedroom. |
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You see our little lives and then you |
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Try to drag you to your death tomb. |
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I've been checking the seams of your |
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Red velvet blazer. |
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Now I'm haunted by dreams of the |
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Things I've found hid there: |
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All the rabbits you've vanished, |
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All the cards that you've killed, |
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All the dawns that you've banished |
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With too many pills. |
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TogetherForever, |
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The pity,The pleasure, |
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The privilege, |
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The pressure, |
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The arteries |
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We sever.The stillness, |
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It chills us, |
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But it's chills that we crave. |
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The stillness will fill us when we fill in our graves. |
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I never wanted something |
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Like nothing half this much. |
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I'd gladly trade my state |
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For nullity and such. |
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For once to stop this buzzing |
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And the lights inside my head. |
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Can I please have truly nothing |
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Once before |
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I'm dead?I've been checking the seams of your |
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Red velvet blazer. |
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And I'm seeing the lines of your |
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Will and your wish list: |
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And you wish you were nothing, |
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And you wish you were cold, |
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And you wish days meant something |
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So you'd stop getting old. |
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Back in the day you loved the night, |
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And you would feast with great delight. |
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A walnut coffin lined in silk, |
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And daughter's blood was mother's milk. |
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But now with fangs rust red as dusk, |
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A wet mouth in a dried up husk, |
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You try to make me one of "us." |
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Are you sick of being pretty? |
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Are you sick of being cool? |
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Are you alive beneath your makeup? |
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Or just an un-dead ghoul? |
