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May Days, Throwaways - some things here have got to stay |
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A string of pearls, the strangest girl - happy with the Western world |
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Painless Chinese burns |
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Ties me down with daisy chains |
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Diamonds on her tongue |
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Pleasure cuts and teasing |
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M'aidez - this is no m'aidez |
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Open charms are lost on velvet |
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Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez |
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Dead zones and half-way homes, still life lived on mobile phones |
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But the girl had wings and precious things, under sheets with tangled limbs |
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Wide awake at dawn |
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The sun will choose to shine on |
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Silence says it all |
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Reaching out and blessing |
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M'aidez - this is no m'aidez |
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Open charms are lost on velvet |
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Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez |
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The higher we climb, the smaller we seem - mad with possibilities |
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No design, a zigzag girl - happy with the Western world |
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Painless Chinese burns |
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Ties me down with daisy chains |
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Diamonds on her tongue |
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Pleasure cuts and teasing |
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M'aidez - this is no m'aidez |
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Open charms are lost on velvet |
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Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez |
