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Loaded tongue and dirty fingers |
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Queen of her mother's house |
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Come step outside feeling full moon high |
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Let's see what we can live without |
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Fix an eye to the dimestore villain |
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Waiting for the wine to pour |
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It comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin |
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The love we've all been in before |
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A million ways to burn |
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I'm just looking out of this old broke window |
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And she's taking a turn |
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I'm looking out of this old broke window |
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And she's taking a turn |
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Her body lies like a landscape before you |
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You're selling your soul by the pound |
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Got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade |
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You look but don't see me around |
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A million ways to burn |
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I'm just standing here on this old street corner |
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And she's taking a turn |
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I'm standing here on this old street corner |
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And she's taking a turn |
