| Just a little bit closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from
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| our inner self,
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| Closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from our inner self.
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| It’s feeding time
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| Give us all the things we lust for
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| Still our greed with all you got
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| And then give us some more
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| We’re at the gates
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| Now open sesame
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| We can’t get enough
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| Oh won’t you come?
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| Just a little bit closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from
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| our inner self
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| Closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from our inner self.
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| It slips back to bad old ways, the plague is coming home
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| The concubines of debauchery
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| Sing their slinky song.
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| The blood is pumping in our heads
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| We’re foaming at the mouth
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| Like greedy dogs we’re waiting for you to set us free
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| Epiphany.
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| Devil may care
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| Abstemiousness go fuck you
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| Hedonism is the most faithful friend on our dissolute crusade
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| We gang together
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| Like bees round the honey pot
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| Give us your blood
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| Oh won’t you come?
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| Give us booze, give us birds, give us gold
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| And ivory gluttony revelry come on open sesame, now open sesame
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| We need supplies to overindulge. |