| Just want to mention in passing
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| There’ll be food and drink and be moonlight dancing
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| If you can see through it somehow
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| Could you lend your place or a hotel room now?
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| Now, Miss Perfect was powdering her nose
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| In the bathroom stall with a pile of chemicals
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| Gettin' zooted, I was daydreaming about my music
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| Cleaning forbidden fruit out my teeth with a toothpick
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| The masqueraders are passing out party favors and
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| Playing games that appeal to our darker nature
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| Like William Tell with a loaded Glock
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| If you’re not a sure shot
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| You’ll decorate the flesh with red polka dots
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| Holly stepped out the restroom
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| With toilet paper stuck to her stiletto’s holding a Golden Globe
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| If all the kings men weren’t riddled with bullet holes,
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| She’d be the bulimic Belle of the Ball that stole the show
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| But tragedy’s a photo op so strike a pose
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| With a seven headed beast she’s a sight to behold
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| My Babylonian beauty, boujee, diamond earring
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| Designer wearing diamond earrings, find your bearings
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| Just want to mention in passing
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| (I just want to say)
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| There’ll be food and drink and be moonlight dancing
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| (It's gonna be great)
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| If you can see to it somehow
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| (If you can see to it)
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| Could you lend your place or a hotel room now?
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| The sky darkened, but no one seemed to notice
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| Fighter planes blocking out the sun like locusts
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| It’s all show biz, glamour and glitz
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| Divine play of a Broadway and camera tricks
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| Little Miss Bites-Her-Lower-Lip, wine trickles down her chin
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| I’m sitting in the corner taking notes with a fountain pen
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| Inside looking out, outside looking in
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| Sing a praise from a wrinkled page in a book of hymns
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| And when the moon turns blood red
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| And love is something terrible but beautiful that’s hanging by a thread
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| You don’t know if it’s the end or a new beginning
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| But know for sure there’s something fundamentally flawed with the life that
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| you’ve been living
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| I wasn’t there for the crucifixion
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| We tight rope walk the thin line between truth and superstition
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| If you don’t know, you’ll know real soon
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| Its sacred and profane, atoned in the hotel room
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| Just want to mention in passing
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| (I just want to say)
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| There’ll be food and drink and be moonlight dancing
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| (It's gonna be great)
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| If you can see to it somehow
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| (If you can see to it)
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| Could you lend your place or a hotel room now?
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| Now, I’ve been so lost, kicked while I was down
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| Barely had the strength to pull my sickly frame off the ground
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| I’ve been found out, a fraud, a phony
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| Exposed, felt the world breathe when taken beyond my threshold for pain
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| Maintain, sang in the rain
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| I’m the only one to blame for not staking my claim
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| I have fallen so far from grace
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| Built to destroy, the search for new worlds that would help me to fill the void
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| I am 1−0, I kill the noise
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| And red rum the rhythm section with no exception the real McCoy
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| Searching for the source the dream merchant in the sky
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| The most high that penalized a certain sin of pride
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| There’s serpents in the skies lurking round the city streets
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| I pull the curtains back and saw Jehovahs' speaking with the beast
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| Weigh my soul, weigh my organic metronome
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| Place it on the scale, help me see beyond the…
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| Veil… |