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It's not a matter for discussion, |
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But a way to survive: |
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A way to get by. |
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First we'll have a smoke, |
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Then we'll cruise the night sky: |
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The city build on blood, |
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Our love built on new lies. |
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Quicksand promises and blissful days |
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Before the credit card has died. |
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It's not a matter for discussion, |
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But a way to survive. |
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I'm awake without thinking, |
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I'm asleep without dreaming. |
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I have such a thirst that I can tame without drinking. |
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It's not a matter for discussion, |
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But a way to survive. |
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So I drink to the power, |
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On the hour, |
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Every hour. |
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Oh my eyes [inaud] the glory |
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This waiting is [innaud] |
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I pray for rain and it rained down dust. |
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What I thought was love was only lust. |
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There's an outline on the bed where your body once lay. |
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I want to feel that good again |
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I want to feel that good again. |
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Good again, good again. |
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So I drink to the power, |
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On the hour, |
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Every hour. |
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So I drink to the power, |
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This waiting, |
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This waiting, |
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This waiting is [innaud]. |
