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For we're livin' in a safety zone |
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Don't be holdin' back from me |
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We're livin' from hour to hour down here |
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And we'll take it when we can |
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It's a kind of livin' which recognizes |
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The death of the odorless man |
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When nothin' is vanity nothing's too slow |
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It's not Eden but it's no sham |
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There is no hell |
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There is no shame |
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There is no hell like an old hell |
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There is no hell |
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And it's lights up boys |
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Lights up boys |
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Explosion falls upon deaf ears |
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While we're swimmin' in a sea of sham |
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Living in the shadow of vanity |
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A complex fashion for a simple man |
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And there is no hell |
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And there is no shame |
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And there is no hell like an old hell |
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There is no hell |
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And the sirens flies on it's brief flight |
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The razor sharp captured affair |
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And we light up our lives |
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And there's comfort in re exposing you |
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Re exposing you |
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Like everybody knew |
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Re exposing you |
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I don't know what to use |
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Make somebody move |
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Re exposing, re exposing you |