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Scorpio Rising |
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Brett Anderson |
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by liwaniuniu |
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There\'s anger in their skin |
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It\'s just a style for them |
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They move with murder in their vein |
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A cardboard filled indoors |
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They pass the daylight off |
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And kiss their innocence away |
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Scorpio rising |
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Scorpio rising |
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Scorpio rising |
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It\'s on the wind |
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Their lies are analysed |
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By intellectual types |
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Who know the depth of their disease |
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And love is just a game |
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To pass the hours away |
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To spend endeavours on your knees |
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Scorpio rising |
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Scorpio rising |
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Scorpio rising |
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It\'s on the wind |
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Scorpio rising |
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Scorpio rising |
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Scorpio rising |
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It\'s on the wind |
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It\'s on the wind |
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It\'s on the wind |
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It\'s on the wind |
