| Pour the emerald wine
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| Into crystal glasses
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| We will touch the divine
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| Through kisses catharsis
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| Let us pitch to the seven-year itch
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| Of the ultra-decadent
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| To a tainted world and the painted girls
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| That our fantasies spent
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| Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
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| Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
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| A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
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| Where for every whim won
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| One soon repays
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| We touched the stars
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| That now laugh from afar
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| At we, the damned
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| The damned
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| The damned
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| The damned
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| We have spent our time
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| Drenched in opulent splendour
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| But when midnight chimes
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| Will gilded souls surrender?
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| Let us drink on the giddying brink
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| Of pools of excrement
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| All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
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| Mephistopheles lent
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| I remember the night as if it were engraved
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| A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves
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| To the shore from the moon and by her grace
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| Came that erudite stranger
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| That fucker
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| He was a predator, creditor cold
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| Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll
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| And all that glittered was not gold
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| But we wanted everything
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| And for it all, lost our souls
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| Come my friend, to fate let’s raise
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| Two finger shots at this our last soiree
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| For tomorrow I fear
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| Swoops all too deadly near
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| This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate
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| We touched the stars
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| That now laugh from afar
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| At we, the damned
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| The damned
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| The damned
|
| The damned
|
| He was a preditor, creditor, cold
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| Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll
|
| And all that glittered, was not gold
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| But we wanted everything
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| And for it all, lost our souls
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| Our souls
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| For it all lost our souls
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| Our souls |