| Lustre in your eyes every morning
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| Lustre from the day you were born
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| Lustre from the ruby red blood on my hands
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| When you pulled out all the thorns
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| Lustre when you’re lower than ever
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| Lustre when your house burns down
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| Lustre when the love of your life has gone
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| And all your checks have bounced
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| Lustre on the smile of a skeleton
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| Lustre from a dying star
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| Lustre when the past is a foot in the ditch
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| And the future’s too bizarre
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| Lustre when your worries are lonely
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| Lustre on the sweat of your lair
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| Lustre never shines in the final scene
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| When sticking to the script
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| And I see the lustre in your eyes
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| And I see the lustre in your eyes
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| Lustre when the drunk owns science
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| Lustre for the whipping boy
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| Lustre for the sad sad troubadour
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| Who throws out all his toys
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| Lustre when it’s having to think straight
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| Lustre in the nanny state
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| Lustre when nobody will leave you alone
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| And you’re driven to sedate
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| Lustre in your eyes every morning
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| Lustre from the day you were born
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| Lustre from the ruby red blood on my hands
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| When you pulled out all the thorns
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| Lustre when the joke is over
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| Lustre when the dream is dead
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| Lustre is the word stuck on your tongue
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| When all has not been said
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| And I see the lustre in your eyes
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| And I see the lustre in your eyes
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| And it burns me to my very soul
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| And it burns me to my very soul
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| And I see the lustre in your eyes |