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Beneath the lights, the slease, the mayhem |
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handome ads, and cool seduction. |
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Everything is impossible and everything's so easy, |
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Invasion of invented needs, |
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between the carrot and the stick. |
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They fix you with their beastly eyes and smile |
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and if they darken your sweet soul, |
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and if they ever let you go. |
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Is your love, is it, strong enough, is it |
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like a feast, is it, sweet or wild, is it, |
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All of these things:...? |
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You could be forgiven |
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Into anchor-tattooed arms |
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go sad-eyed dreamers bound for elsewhere |
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Lovers cling like the Pieta in style |
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Myth and sham, believe, believe |
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your tears will end, |
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you've got to feel this love |
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please... |
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and if they darken your sweet soul, |
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and if they ever let you go. |
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Is your love, is it, strong enough, is it |
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like a feast, is it, sweet or wild, is it, |
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All of these things:...? |
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You could be forgiven |
