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Standin' on the corner |
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Alone with the wind |
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Cocaine in his system |
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And it's colder then it's ever been. |
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You know sometimes all the cruelty |
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In the world just descends |
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Down upon the man in high heels |
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For no reason |
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Scratch card rub off silver |
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Is the jewel beneath his nails |
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His skin is bar room shark fin |
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His lashes are sardine tails |
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He knows some night, somehow, somewhere, |
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Somebody gonna wish to end |
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The life of Feather Boa for no reason. |
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*CHORUS* |
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Born to be a witness |
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Born to doubt the cross |
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Born to suck a man off |
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And sleep upon his loss |
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Cry stoically through shit storms |
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As his veins collapse and die. |
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This dick between my legs just makes me cry. |
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Promenade in snow flakes |
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Feather Boa and the wind |
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It's four AM on Sunday |
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And it's harder then it's ever been. |
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You know sometimes, |
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Just a whisper, |
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From the god of hope descends |
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And doubles back to these types |
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For a reason. |
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Born to be a witness |
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Born to doubt the cross |
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Born to suck a man off |
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And sleep upon his loss |
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Cry stoically through shit storms |
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As his veins collapse and die. |
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That dick between your legs just makes me cry |
