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She's a tiptoeing black cat in a limousine Cadillac |
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A re-animation after a heartattack |
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A bloodred carpet under my feet |
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A taste of magic under bloodret sheets |
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As pure as the rain that's falling |
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She is as pure as S.I.N. |
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And all the sins are burning |
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All fires from within |
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With a russian stew and a pile of the dirtiest rags |
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In a fivestar hotel where black men carry my bags |
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I slept all days away but I only dreamt of her |
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Who rides the milky way in a cheap fake bluefox fur |
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As pure as the rain that's falling |
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She is as pure as S.I.N. |
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And all the sins are burning |
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All fires from within |
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Caviar for breakfast and death in the afternoon |
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We rode the sunset and made love under the moon |
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And all the angels watched silently as we passed |
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And painted skies in red, love's iconoclast |
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As pure as the rain that's falling |
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She is as pure as S.I.N. |
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And all the sins are burning |
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All fires from within |
