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In the vapours of opium |
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In a smoky Paris salon |
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Like a black-and-white photo |
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It's a kind of deja vu |
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Dancing girls |
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Their faces veiled |
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Naked bellies |
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Empty stares |
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Hissing snakes |
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Around their necks |
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You are there but you don't care |
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Absinthe in your mind and body |
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Wormwood taste inside your mouth |
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See that masquerade of shadows |
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Hear the voices in your head |
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And you're writing drunken poems |
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And you're kissing your sweet muse |
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Candles burning on the tables |
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And the night belongs to you |
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You you you you... |
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Every day is forgotten |
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When you dive into the madness |
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And her snake is your totem |
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It's a kind of deja vu |
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Drinking more |
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Smoking more |
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Fame and glory |
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At your door |
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Break the seal |
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Get unreal |
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You are there but you don't care |
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Absinthe in your mind and body |
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Wormwood taste inside your mouth |
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See that masquerade of shadows |
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Hear the voices in your head |
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And you're writing drunken poems |
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And you're kissing your sweet muse |
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Candles burning on the tables |
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And the night belongs to you |
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You you you you... |
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Early dawn you are half awake |
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Heavy eyes and a dizzy head |
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What's a dream ,what is real life? |
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You're just waiting for another night |
