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Behind the red door in american skinthere is a murder of roses |
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In the midnight hiss come cover me there |
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For i am electric nothing |
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Out on the tide strangers all are drowing by |
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Under eclipse i wait for your kisswith the beating of all these idiot hearts |
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No more evil now, no horror sound, no maniac song from a tyrant |
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And the surfer king will show me everything in the great green flash of the evening |
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Out on the tide strangers we ridesmoke in our eyesunder eclipse, i wait for your kisswith the beating of all these idiot hearts |
