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The Jekyll-Hyde of you |
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I can't survive the tide of you |
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The vicious style of love, the whining |
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Pits and pendulums of lying |
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I don't see how you survive in |
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Hard-line worlds you're advertising |
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Sneaky features, facing, waiting |
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City sex is so frustrating |
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Young savage |
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Young savage |
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She's like a steel wall |
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Speaks like a dance hall |
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Young savage |
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Young savage |
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Anything goes where no-one knows your name |
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The mirror love of vixens |
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Gets over the mask of victims |
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Money rents you insulation |
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Tenderness, asphyxiation |
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Someone else's flesh to borrow |
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Sling it from your bed tomorrow |
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? sorrow |
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Look behind the face it's hollow |
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The broken heart of you |
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Who stole, who stole a part of you |
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Changing blossoms into piss |
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And taking bites from every kiss |
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The past is dead, tomorrow's too far |
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All the chemicals that bar us |
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Coloured hair, cheap tattoos |
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That tell you all their points of view |
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Condemned to be a stranger |
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Subway dweller, dead-end danger |
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Peeking through the dust of friends |
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Who never gave, they'd only lend |
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Every sneer is thrown away |
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With practised gestures of disdain |
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The outlaw stance is so pedantic |
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Hate the world, it's so romantic |
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