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Maybe I should have loved you. |
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Maybe I should have sworn |
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Not to be born |
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Of this wretched glove too soon, |
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But a dragon needs room! |
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A dragon needs room! |
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A dragon needs room |
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To run, run, run, run... |
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I was a desert in love with extremes. |
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You married well, a gentlewoman of means who |
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Kept the word "Destroyer" embroidered on her jeans, too |
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(La la la) |
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I wore skins. I didn't care who survived. |
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The band foretold trends from Spring of '85. |
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They're calling it "The New Decay"... |
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Hey, so am I. |
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(La la la) |
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Treacherous fop, don't be embarrassed |
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For looking good at your table on the terrace |
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That you call home. I'm sold! |
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Paris, London, Rome's too old for you |
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And your kind |
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Explosions want to see what they can find: |
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New ways of living... |
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It's you and your kind: |
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The New Ways of Living! |
