| Lucifer, you’re landing
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| Cross hairs on the kitchen sink
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| Barb wire in the bathroom
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| I can’t make new memories since
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| Flashbacks to the time
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| This shell-shocked apartment was the place
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| I met with your boy
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| It’s a mortal thing, yeah, it’s a mortal thing, «Oh!»
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| He looked at me funny and I «Oh! |
| Oh!»
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| Think our secret’s out and a «Oh-ooh-oh!»
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| I try to explain but then munitions rain
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| And we’re the epicentre
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| It’s like I’m watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
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| It’s like I’m watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
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| And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
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| 'Cause he was looking at me like «Whoa!»
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| Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
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| And tossing me the keys and I can’t forget how
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| And everything just coming through the windows
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| And half the street was under my nails
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| It’s like we’re sitting in a Faraday cage
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| When the lights all failed
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| I fly through the walls
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| All pieces colliding and I
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| See Raymond apart
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| He’s a-frowning now, wagging a finger at me, «Boy!»
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| His knees bend the other way and «Boy! |
| Boy!»
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| Are you guys together, honey? |
| «B-b-boy!»
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| Oh, but now I can’t find his torso
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| «Hmm, hmm, hmm,» I guess you’re separated now
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| It’s like I’m watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
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| (Monica, I just wanna know)
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| It’s like I’m watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
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| And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
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| 'Cause he was looking at me like «Whoa!»
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| Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
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| And tossing me the keys and I can’t forget how
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| And everything just coming through the windows
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| And half the street was under my nails
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| It’s like we’re sitting in a Faraday cage
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| When the lights all failed
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| The lights all failed
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| Lucifer, you’re landing
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| (I do believe it will be business inside)
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| Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink
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| (It's a real spanner into my works, I think I kicked the bucket)
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| Baby’s on the bullseye
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| (I do believe it will be business inside)
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| I can’t make new memories since
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| (It's a real spanner into my works)
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| -Ries since, -ries since
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| And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
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| 'Cause he was looking at me like «Whoa!»
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| Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
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| And tossing me the keys and I can’t forget how
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| And everything just coming through the windows
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| And half the street was under my nails
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| It’s like we’re sitting in a Faraday cage
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| When the lights all failed
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| And now everybody gotta go hungry
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| And everybody cover up their mouths
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| And I haven’t seen the body count lately
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| But looking at your faces, it must have been bad
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| And if everybody answered their phone calls
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| But people say the army’s on fire
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| It’s like we sitting with our parachutes on
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| But the airport’s gone |