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They call you ecstasy |
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nothing ever sticks to you |
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Not velcro, not scotch tape |
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not my arms dipped in glue |
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Not if I wrap myself in nylon |
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a piece of duct tape down my back |
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Love pierced the arrow with the twelve |
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and I can't get you back |
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Ah, ecstasy |
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ecstasy |
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Ah, ecstasy |
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Across the streets an old Ford, they took off it's wheels |
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the engine is gone |
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In it's seat sits a box |
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with a note that says, Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot |
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I see a child through a window with a bib |
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and I think of us and what we almost did |
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The Hudson rocketing with light |
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the ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night |
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They call it ecstasy, ah |
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ecstasy |
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Ecstasy, ah |
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ecstasy |
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Some men call me St. Ivory |
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some call me St. Maurice |
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I'm smooth as alabaster |
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with white veins runnin' through my cheeks |
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A big stud through my eyebrow |
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a scar on my arm that says, Domain |
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I put it over the tattoo |
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that contained your name |
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They called you ecstasy, ecstasy |
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ecstasy |
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They call you ecstasy, ecstasy |
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ecstasy |
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The moon passing through a cloud |
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a body facing up is floating towards a crowd |
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And I think of a time and what I couldn't do |
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I couldn't hold you close, I couldn't, I couldn't become you |
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They call you ecstasy, I can't hold you down |
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I can't hold you up |
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I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio |
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no engine, no hood |
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I'm going to the cafe, I hope they've got music |
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and I hope that they can play |
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But if we have to part |
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I'll have a new scar right over my heart |
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I'll call it ecstasy |
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Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy |
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ecstasy |
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Ecstasy, ecstasy |
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ecstasy |