| «Boy, you’ve been staring some
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| Consumed up in the science of the dark»
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| I was following the light
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| From the crimson ghost on your arm
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| She said, «there must be someone sitting at home
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| Waiting for you miserably
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| Well, there’s not, but there was
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| She was always down on me
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| I used to think it was gravity
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| Now I’m pretty sure it’s self esteem
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| It still doesn’t bother me
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| Entirely in the silence of the dar
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| She said, «I don’t even think that
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| Danzig is that cool anymore»
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| There she stood, half naked
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| But not that the half that gets men dreaming
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| And she talked about love
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| And the current state of the scene
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| «I heard it’s not as good as it used to be
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| But we can always smoke out the room and see
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| How many shapes we can twist in the fog
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| And stay up late talking about God
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| And those we’ve loved before
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| Until we pass out and dream about war"
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| Pass out and dream about war
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| Until we pass out and dream about war |