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you come out at night |
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that's when the energy comes |
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and the dark side's light |
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and the vampires roam |
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you strut your rasta wear |
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and your suicide poem |
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and a cross from a faith |
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that died before Jesus came |
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you're building a mystery |
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you live in a church |
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where you sleep with voodoo dolls |
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and you won't give up the search |
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for the ghosts in the halls |
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you wear sandals in the snow |
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and a smile that won't wash away |
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can you look out the window |
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without your shadow getting in the way |
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oh you're so beautiful |
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with an edge and a charm |
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but so careful |
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when I'm in your arms |
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[chorus] |
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'cause you're working |
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building a mystery |
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holding on and holding it in |
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yeah you're working |
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building a mystery |
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and choosing so carefully |
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you woke up screaming aloud |
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a prayer from your secret god |
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you feed off our fears |
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and hold back your tears |
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give us a tantrum |
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and a know it all grin |
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just when we need one |
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when the evening's thin |
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oh you're a beautiful |
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a beautiful fucked up man |
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you're setting up your |
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razor wire shrine |
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[chorus] |