| Smoke and mirrors
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| The illusion called the city
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| Sweat and tears
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| The sizzling, neon, gypsy
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| Fantasy, hot and hungry tease
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| A stigma in every direction
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| Kept from light and forced to fight
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| I stalk the night like a Barracuda
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| Destiny
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| What did you used me?
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| One mask on the flashing totem
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| Missed a step and found yourself
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| Down the hole of the inferno
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| Fantasy, hot and hungry tease
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| A stigma in every direction
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| Kept from light and forced to fight
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| I stalk the night like a Barracuda
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| So fresh and clean
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| Incandescent dream
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| Lipstick, brandy and eye sheen
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| What does it mean?
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| Rainbowed gasoline
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| Sometimes I really like it
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| Kept from light and forced to fight
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| I’m secretly faithful to pleasure
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| Hungry nights in neon lights
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| I taste a rainbow of day-glow flavors
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| Idolize burning paradise
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| But the truth is in your complexion
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| Faces rife with city life
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| A stigma in every direction
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| So fresh and clean
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| Incandescent dream
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| Lipstick, brandy and eye sheen
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| What does it mean?
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| Rainbowed gasoline
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| A stigma in every direction
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| In every direction
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| Rainbowed gasoline
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| A stigma in every direction |