Ultraviolet melts in blue cigarette smoke
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Blinding the light of the cameras, leaving a bright light
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Blinding camera light
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Blinding camera light
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Blinding camera light
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Leaving a bright light
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Open the doors, close the curtains
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Our time is money
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And it's not enough to understand who we are
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Fill your glasses with smoke
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Light the fireworks
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These tus reputation did not get wet
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Throw away the snow and pills
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Take off your clothes, the days are so fleeting
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Drive in the opposite direction, break your hopes
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To live forever
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see the milky way
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shred the air with your hands
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like a sword, like a shuttle
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Let's make a hole in space slowly, we yeah
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When the sun goes down
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they stock up on sugar dust
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that's how your tongue touches
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to every pastel element
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Supersonic caresses
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deft fingers past contrasts
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Attempts are in vain, change colors
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are we also stingy with temptations?
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After party season
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I move the drive on the machine
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night do not bother them to show off
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the bar is drowning in money, an orange in chocolate
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I know exactly
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psychedelics will not melt in these cellars where living water washes hearts
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in kumara hookahs
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Freezes gold in the eyes
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These bars in the sky
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I will always be with you beep yeah
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Around moans - voices
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I do not believe in miracles
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I believe in the word, I believe in my money
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What do you want to tell me
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Birds in your hair
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They will sing to me that we are losing the sky
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undress you myself
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We will see miracles
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But money can't buy time
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But money can't buy time
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Ultraviolet melts in blue cigarette smoke
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Blinding the light of the cameras, leaving a bright light
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Blinding camera light
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Blinding camera light
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Blinding camera light
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Leaving a bright light
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Alone is not forever
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There is a proven method
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Among the rooms
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I will always find your flesh
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Alone is not forever
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Just money down the drain
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To the motel sedan
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Yeah
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Platinum Ford Granada
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checkerboard floor
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Parking at the stairs of Hell
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drug den
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Jean Michel, the fallen Madonna is with me
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On black and white photos
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He uprooted Judas Iscariot in himself
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Colors distort reality
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Like glare through wet marble
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The waters of life will break the dams
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And they will pierce the Maybach with an avalanche
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I carve a moan from the keys
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I enter through the narrow gate
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Under velvet clouds
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Inside the city of blue bedrooms
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They played with sex
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They devalued him |