| The ghostly smoke hangs above our heads
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| As we move slow from place to place
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| Your tongue is dry, your ears they ache
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| Your eyes are cold your skin is dead
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| You come on like a dream, silky and sweet
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| The king of nothing, the queen of porn
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| You wish that you had never been born
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| You wish for nothing, you wish for sleep
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| You can haunt the air, but leave us alone
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| You can haunt the air, but leave us alone…
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| I´ve listened to you many nights
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| But you dont sing, you murder songs
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| And you will tremble before too long
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| The moon is waxed and clean and white
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| You crawl close to the earth, your bellies are down
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| Your six-packs emptied long ago
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| We will fly through the air, with all that we know
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| Your huddled bodies our landing ground
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| You can haunt the air, but leave us alone
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| You can haunt the air, but leave us alone…
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| And dont forget this is madness
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| And dont forget what you are
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| And dont forget that theres more to come…
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| You are talented socialites
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| You are talented socialites
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| You are talented socialites
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| You are talented socialites
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| Socialites!
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| You crawl close to the earth, your bellies are down
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| Your six-packs emptied long ago
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| We will fly through the air, with all that we know
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| Your huddled bodies our landing ground…
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| But not much more… |