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A fire rages within my heart |
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But no one will stop to warm their hands |
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Just smoke to the passers-by |
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Smoke to the passers-by |
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Paid in full to the smiling clowns |
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Spread their word in the unholy towns |
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Whispering solus lies |
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Gonna get you high |
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All smoke to the passes-by |
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Take my hand in to nowhere |
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Walking up and up these Penrose |
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Round and round the silent streets |
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It's all I know |
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Take the library for the lion share |
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Bathe in Keats and put on all the airs |
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Burn the books down to till cinders fade |
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Bury the past and live where roses are made |
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Roll in desire, roll in desire |
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It's all I know |
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Found you, something to believe in |
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And we, no we won't last forever |
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But it's alright |
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It's all I know |