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Lustre in your eyes every morning |
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Lustre from the day you were born |
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Lustre from the ruby red blood on my hands |
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When you pulled out all the thorns |
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Lustre when you're lower than ever |
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Lustre when your house burns down |
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Lustre when the love of your life has gone |
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And all your checks have bounced |
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Lustre on the smile of a skeleton |
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Lustre from a dying star |
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Lustre when the past is a foot in the ditch |
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And the future's too bizarre |
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Lustre when your worries are lonely |
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Lustre on the sweat of your lair |
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Lustre never shines in the final scene |
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When sticking to the script |
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And I see the lustre in your eyes |
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And I see the lustre in your eyes |
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Lustre when the drunk owns science |
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Lustre for the whipping boy |
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Lustre for the sad sad troubadour |
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Who throws out all his toys |
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Lustre when it's having to think straight |
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Lustre in the nanny state |
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Lustre when nobody will leave you alone |
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And you're driven to sedate |
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Lustre in your eyes every morning |
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Lustre from the day you were born |
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Lustre from the ruby red blood on my hands |
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When you pulled out all the thorns |
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Lustre when the joke is over |
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Lustre when the dream is dead |
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Lustre is the word stuck on your tongue |
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When all has not been said |
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And I see the lustre in your eyes |
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And I see the lustre in your eyes |
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And it burns me to my very soul |
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And it burns me to my very soul |
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And I see the lustre in your eyes |
