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Flyin' high, star crossed lovers of the night |
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Flyin' high, star crossed lovers of the night |
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You're flying high into a sky of screaming stars |
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Across a universe erected in your heart |
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Where tomorrow always comes from yesterday's departed |
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Crimes, designs, mischief on your mind |
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Venus in her chariot of fire, draws her flame |
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Passion, pours herself a drink and calls you by her name |
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Slippin', slidin', sacrificing love for something nameless |
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That seems a little nearer to your dreams are here |
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Take another cup of sin and fill it up |
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Take another sip of hemlock to your lips |
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Be deceived by lies and you're flying high |
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Flyin' high, star crossed lovers of the night |
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Flyin' high, star crossed lovers of the night |
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A kind of atrophy affected you at birth |
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So instead of living, you decided you were dead |
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Lovers of the night in your confusion |
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You stand and then you fall in your illusion |
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And you'll try flyin' high |
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You better come down, still flying high |
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You better come down, you're on the moon |
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You better come down |
