| In a land of gods and monsters,
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| I was an angel Living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared
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| Doing anything that I needed
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| Shining like a fiery beacon
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| You got that medicine
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| I need Fame, liqour, love
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| Give to me slowly
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| Put your hands on my waist
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| Do it softly Me and god,
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| We don’t get along so now I sing
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| No one’s gonna take my soul away
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| I’m Living like Jim Morrison
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| Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel, sprees, sprees
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| And I’m singing
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| Fuck yeah, give it to me
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| This is heaven
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| What I truly want Is innocence lost? |
| Innocence lost
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| In a land of gods and monsters
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| I was an angel, Looking to get fucked hard
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| Like a groupie incognito
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| Posing as a real singer
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| Life imitates art You got that medicine
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| I need Dope, shoot it up straight
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| To the heart please I don’t really wanna know
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| What’s good for me God’s dead,
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| I said «baby that’s alright with me»
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| No one’s gonna take my soul away
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| Living like Jim Morrison
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| Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel, sprees, sprees
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| And I’m singing Fuck yeah,
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| give it to me
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| This is heaven What I truly want Is innocence lost? |
| Innocence lost When you |
| talk it’s like a movie
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| And you’re makin' me crazy
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| Cause life imitates art If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
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| You tell me «Life isn’t that hard'
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| ' No one’s gonna take my soul away
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| Living like Jim Morrison
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| Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel, sprees, sprees
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| And I’m singing Fuck yeah,
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| give it to me
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| This is heaven
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| What I truly want Is innocence lost? |
| Innocence lost |