| Alone
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| Under a mineral sky
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| Alone
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| In the animal kingdom
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| I really can't choose between good and bad anymore
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| At the edge of the precipice I'm bad, I'm bad
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| I feel bad
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| Lying on your side in a sleazy hotel
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| The rock'n'roll myth takes me like a racing car
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| Ripped guitars, locker room reeking of sweat
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| Charred poem, a world sweating fear, sweating fear
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| I'm in a state of emergency
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| Alone in the white light
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| Despite appearances
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| You know the difference
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| I'm in a state of emergency
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| Pass the mirror
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| Disturbing despair
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| A few blocks further, at the back of a warehouse
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| The big gay market on the edge of Soho
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| Chained in cages and sold every night
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| Driven by a dwarf with polished black nails, without a cry
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| Boned sexes, blood and ether
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| Men of studded leather, on chains of iron
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| In the icy fog, close to the river
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| Where the truckers and their war paint roam, it's war
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| I'm in a state of emergency
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| Alone in the white light
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| Despite appearances
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| You know the difference
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| I'm in a state of emergency
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| Pass the mirror
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| Disturbing despair
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| Alone
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| To the end of hell
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| Alone
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| Above the carters
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| I've lost my roots and I'm looking for my words
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| Machine ground on the edge of Soho, Soho, Soho
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| I'm finally going to sleep in a sordid hotel
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| I spent the day choosing the caliber
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| My torn brain will find fear again
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| Charred poem allow no more error, no more error
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| I'm in a state of emergency
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| Alone in the white light
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| Despite appearances
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| You know the difference
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| I'm in a state of emergency... |