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Walking through a room |
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And there's bodies everywhere |
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Let's make like they move |
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No heartbeat there |
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Mortals can act strange and crazed |
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They don't know why that they feel shame |
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The blues will chew up you |
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When you hide ghosts beneath your stairs |
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I've been bad |
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Brazen and bold |
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And dragged the past in from the cold |
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I'll dance the circus till it's worn |
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Crystal waters deep |
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With silver sands under my feet |
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Gold and withered gifts for the sun [?] |
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Just lay love the tramp [?] |
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Or just need it |
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I've been bad |
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Brazen and bold |
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And dragged the past in from the cold |
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I'll dance the circus till it's worn |
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And i'll save the believer |
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I'll save the believer |
