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The Assassin of love has your name on a list |
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He kicks down the door and he takes you away |
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Snuffed and cold there's a face in the glass |
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You're locked in a room with the smell of decay |
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Something is in the air |
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You better say a prayer |
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Something is in the air |
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A spasm of faith that flickers and fades |
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Day dreams lapse into a coma of waiting |
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You sit inventing crimes to pass the time |
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Before you get caught your confession is made |
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Look at yourself you're a flash in the pan |
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You're a spark that's out, you don't remember your name |
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You're fossilized, you want blood from stone |
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You've got a hero's heart but play a loser's game |
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I'm talking to you |
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I'm watching what you do |
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I'm keeping the score |
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One, two, three, four |
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The apostle of love comes to bid good night |
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He opens the door there's the scent of an old flame |
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In a room of my own there's a face that I know |
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A conspiracy of needs and the swoon of a new game |
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Something is in the air |
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I better say a prayer |
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Something is in the air |
