| Every night
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| Looking for the fight
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| Thoughts on the left
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| The action’s on the right
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| As you know, the id wasn’t meant to be starved
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| Face white
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| Revenge of the Hittites
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| When you’re inside
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| And you thought to take a walk in the park
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| Think someone’s about to be carved
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| From the other side of the Underscene
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| To the boulevard of broken dreams
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| To find the key to Gramercy Park
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| I got the key, key to Gramercy Park
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| Where it’s safe to be afraid of the dark
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| Maybe there we can fuck by the heavenly stars
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| But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars
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| From the other side of the Underscene
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| To the boulevard of broken dreams
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| To find the key to Gramercy Park
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| In the other time of mother speed
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| Through evil eyes and make believe
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| To where we bare the supremacy mark
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| I got the key, key to Gramercy Park
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| Where it’s safe to be afraid of the dark
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| Maybe there we can fuck by the heavenly stars
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| But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars
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| And never look at the other place
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| Stay with whats pristine and touches you
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| Beware the perilous Central way
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| Something that could mean so much to you
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| Try save a seat in the golden cage
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| The medium mass has yet to still say
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| To simply pass or rise from the grave
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| Now I’ve got the key to Gramercy Park
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| But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars
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| Now I’ve got the key to Gramercy Park
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| On the way I’m alone but not afraid of the dark |