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Mr. Mesmer counts to three and the evening's done |
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I was high as a sunrise |
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Cold as a loaded gun |
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Tugging at my shirt she screams like a banshee |
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I`ll hunt him down like a dog |
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I know where he works where he lives and the stories he's sold |
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Poor mans excuse for right |
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And a whole lot of people know where he stayed last night |
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So now you live within a dream |
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That no one ever will believe |
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Don't wake up the neighbours when |
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In the darkness I fulfill you |
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The last of many men |
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Can't you see that I am golden |
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And I'm going on my own |
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Trying to make a little sense of what I'm doing here as I juggle the sideshow |
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Fell down on your knees by the virgin where you got your fortune told |
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By the old man in Singapore now wasn't that real close |
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Had a handful of glitter |
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You'll find everything he said |
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And I know you had to go |
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And I miss the belief of her |
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We learn to cry at birth |
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We're all sitcom infants |
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With some god that must hate us |
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Check mate stranger the virgin's falling out of the sky |
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And you're moving like a little bunny in a black & white cartoon |
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I'm howling with my demons, they're candy apple red |
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Can't you hear the thunder rolling down |
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Can't you feel the thunder rolling down |
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As you stagger home |
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No one's mad enough to see |
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That it's winter in July |
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I got an animal in me |
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And the scream is always wild |
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Dont wake up the neighbours when |
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In the darkness I fulfill you |
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The last of many men |
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Can't you see that I am golden |