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Lost in foreign tongues |
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I was stung by your velvet touch |
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Look to the eyes, so black |
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They're so cracked, |
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I was your last attack |
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If you call on me |
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Then I'm left to see |
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No, I'll never be that man you wish |
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I'd beIf you call on me |
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Then I'm left to see, |
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No I'll never be those things that you should see |
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See that boy sleeps |
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Upon steel beams, he's made of dreams |
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You look to the eyes so black |
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They're so cracked, |
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I was your last attack |
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See that little man |
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Running with his severed hands, |
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No he'll never work in this town again |
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See that little man |
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He's got the severed hands, |
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And he'll never work in this town again |
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Lost in foreign tongues |
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I was stung by your velvet touch |
