| The hollow at night, a blood swollen moon
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| An organ-grinder, his chimp churn out of tune
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| Carnival lights, a barker’s decree
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| Pickled punks, oddities, freaks, all in one ring
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| I heard there exists a set of Siamese twins
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| Sisters sharing everything — wow!
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| An old cabaret, the dance of the bee
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| Like a swan I float up on stage looking for honey
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| A back alleyway, cloaked in red light
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| Coquettes in concupiscent dress bat their eyes
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| What have we here in my midst?
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| So it’s true, you do exist
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| Thoughts long lost come crashing in
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| A birthday boy in the month of June
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| Blew out his cake, his wish came true
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| Splattered blood all over the floor
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| Gemini, what have you done?
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| What horrid wolves we’ve become
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Wowowow!
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| We are the alone
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| We had no one
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| Only ourself
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| Never ever leave me
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| Without the sun, there is no moon
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| Without a me, there is no you
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| Oh… oh… oh…
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| Wowowow… |