| They call you ecstasy
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| Nothing ever sticks to you
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| Not velcro, not scotch tape
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| Not my arms dipped in glue
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| Not if I wrap myself in nylon
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| A piece of duct tape down my back
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| Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
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| And I can’t get you back
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| Ah, ecstasy
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| Ecstasy
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| Ah, ecstasy
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| Across the streets an old Ford, they took off its wheels
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| The engine is gone
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| In its seat sits a box
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| With a note that says, Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot
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| I see a child through a window with a bib
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| And I think of us and what we almost did
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| The Hudson rocketing with light
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| The ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night
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| They call it ecstasy, ah
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| Ecstasy
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| Ecstasy, ah
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| Ecstasy
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| Some men call me St. Ivory
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| Some call me St. Maurice
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| I’m smooth as alabaster
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| With white veins runnin' through my cheeks
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| A big stud through my eyebrow
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| A scar on my arm that says, Domain
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| I put it over the tattoo
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| That contained your name
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| They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
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| Ecstasy
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| They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
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| Ecstasy
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| The moon passing through a cloud
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| A body facing up is floating towards a crowd
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| And I think of a time and what I couldn’t do
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| I couldn’t hold you close, I couldn’t, I couldn’t become you
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| They call you ecstasy, I can’t hold you down
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| I can’t hold you up
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| I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
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| No engine, no hood
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| I’m going to the cafe, I hope they’ve got music
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| And I hope that they can play
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| But if we have to part
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| I’ll have a new scar right over my heart
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| I’ll call it ecstasy
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| Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
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| Ecstasy
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| Ecstasy, ecstasy
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| Ecstasy |