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I'm lying on my back now |
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The stars look all too near |
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Flowers on the razor wire |
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I know you're here |
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We are few |
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And far between |
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I was thinking about her skin |
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Love is a many splintered thing |
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Don't be afraid now |
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Just walk on in |
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(Flowers on the razor wire) |
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(Walk on in) |
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Her eyes were cobalt red |
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Her voice was cobalt blue |
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I see no purple light |
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Crashing out of you |
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So just walk on in |
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(Flowers on the razor wire) |
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(Walk on in) |
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Her lovers queued up in the hallway |
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I heard them scratching at the door |
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I tried to tell her |
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About Marx and Engels, God and Angels |
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I don't really know what for |
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But she looked good in ribbons |
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So just walk on in |
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She looked good in ribbons |
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So just walk on in |
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Tie a red red red red red red ribbon |
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Love is a many splintered thing |
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Tie a red red red red ribbon |
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Don't be afraid |
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Just walk on in |
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Just walk on in |
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(Incoming...) |
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(Incoming...) |
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Just walk on in |
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Just walk on in |
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Flowers on the razor wire |
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Just walk on in... |
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INCOMING! |
