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Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress |
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It's the best thing money can buy |
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Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air |
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I think that I'm jazzy like Christ |
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One more cigarette and the car burns slow |
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Burning like the body waiting at home |
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Throw out your teeth and call all your friends |
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Someone's coughing took away my breath |
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Inches of glass all shiny and new |
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Screaming laughing fucks me to death |
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One more boy full of writhing white mice |
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Rolls over again in a London disguise |
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The blood bath woman in room number one |
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Sex-eye-make-up tonight |
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She just woke up today to do as she's told |
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Do you want to touch her? |
