| Where’s everybody going?
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| Is it around to the pleasure house?
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| We’re fighting an ugly war
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| And it’s no good to freak out
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| Oh please, it’s obscene
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| I’ve seen your true colors
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| And there’s nothing underneath only green
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| I stared at the pictures of canyons open between
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| When I caught your eye, I glimpsed a black star
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| Going on and on, you’re not looking civilized
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| You’re busted into pieces
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| You’ve polished off your cocaine
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| Your face is fucking numb
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| I can see the fear in your heart
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| Look out the window
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| See what you could’ve had
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| And I could be, I could be the
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| Best friend you ever had
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| Where’s everybody gone?
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| They’ve all abandoned my house
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| Nobody comes and goes
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| But it’s not good to freak out
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| Oh please, it’s obscene
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| You focus on others
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| And just pick apart their dreams
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| It’s fucking mean
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| I tear at the stitch and there’s nothing on underneath
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| When I caught your eye, I glimpsed a black star
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| Going on and on, it’s a shame to be civilized
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| You’re picking up the pieces
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| You’re stepping off the ghost train
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| You could’ve been the one
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| I’ve got no more fear in my heart
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| Look out the window
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| See what you’re gonna have
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| And I will be, I will be the
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| Best friend you’ve ever had
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| Weird leisure comes when all pleasure goes
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| Weird leisure comes when all pleasure goes
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| Weird leisure comes when all pleasure goes
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| Weird leisure comes when all pleasure goes
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| You picked up all the pieces
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| And started your life again
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| You’re my number one
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| I love only hope in my heart
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| We’re at the window
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| Surveying all you have
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| And I believe, I believe that
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| It’s my turn, don’t hold me back
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| It’s my turn, don’t hold me back
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| It’s my turn, don’t hold me back
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| It’s my turn, don’t hold me back |