| You don’t actually care
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| You don’t actually care
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| You don’t actually care
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| Love for you is no beginning
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| You’re not really there, hallucination
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| I thought you were listening, hallucination
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| I thought you were listening, hallucination
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| I understand you think you’re above it
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| The adolescent sense of the sky
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| The feeling of billowing heartbeats
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| The fingertips run through your hair
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| They run through your hair, hallucination, hallucination
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| Oh, you think you’re so special
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| That there’s no law meant for you!
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| You come and go like the goddess you are
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| We’re mere mortals below!
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| Fingertips run through your hair
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| We are mere mortals below
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| Are meant to be peons!
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| Are meant to be servants!
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| Are meant to be dismissible objects
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| One fucks with
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| One fucks with
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| Poor pitiful creature
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| The winner in heartbreak
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| The winner in caring
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| The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
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| Your heart on your sleeve
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| A red star of idiocy
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| An idiot’s idiocy
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| My, my caring for you
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| Caring for you
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| Do you think we’re a book
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| Some kind of a table
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| You can rest your feet on when you’re able?
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| Red star of idiocy
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| An idiot’s idiocy
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| My caring for you
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| Poor pitiful creature
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| To notice the pining
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| The self deprivation
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| The self flagellation of you
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| Dear worshipers
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| We do like you regal
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| We do like you haughty
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| We do love to look upon your perfect body!
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| The hair on your shoulders
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| The smell of your armpit
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| The taste of your vulva and everything on it
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| We all really love you!
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| And you have no meaning
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| You don’t even see us!
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| You were never caring!
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| You go do what you do!
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| You do it for you, no one exists with you!
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| You’re way above caring
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| Leave a trail upon the wake
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| That no one ever tries to take
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| Because waiting for you, thinking of you
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| Is another way of dying!
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| Is another way of dying!
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| I am clawing your chest
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| Until your collarbone bleeds
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| Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off
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| I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
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| Way above caring, way above caring
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| In your Kotex jukebox
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| Your Kotex jukebox
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| I’m doomed, I’m swearing, waiting for you
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| In your high heels and nightie
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| Your leather dress squeaking
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| Latex now sweating, waiting for you
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| In your tincture, your opium white bathrobe
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| Your white tiles run red now
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| Are we both dead now?
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| The liquid exchange of our heart
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| The liquid exchange of our heart
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| Are we both dead now?
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| You’re way above caring
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| Your heart on your sleeve!
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| A red star of idiocy
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| An idiot’s idiocy
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| My caring!
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| My caring for you!
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| My caring for you!
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| You’re way beyond caring
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| Your heart on your sleeve
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| A red star of idiocy
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| An idiot’s idiocy
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| My caring for you
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| Oblivious to caring
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| Leave a trail upon the wake
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| That no one ever tries to take
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| Because waiting for you
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| Because thinking of you
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| Is another way of dying!
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| You’re way above caring!
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| Oblivious to caring!
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| Oblivious to caring!
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| You poor pitiful creature
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| The mistake of feeling
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| The one who rejects you is the winner, it’s true
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| The winner in heartbreak!
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| The winner in caring!
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| The winner in every minuscule method of wearing!
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| Your heart on your sleeve
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| A red star of idiocy
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| An idiot’s idiocy
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| Your heart on your fucking sleeve
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| My caring for you
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| We were meant to be peons
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| We’re meant to be peons
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| Mere mortals below
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| Meant to be servants
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| Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
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| Oh, oh, oh you’re so special
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| No law meant for you
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| You come and go like the goddess you are!
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| The fingertips run through your hair
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| A billowing heart beats
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| Feeling, feeling
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| Ah, ah, ah!
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| What a glorious feeling
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| To be so rejected
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| So rejected
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| An idiot’s idiocy
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| My caring for you
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| You think I’m a book or a table
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| You can rest your fucking feet on
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| When you’re able
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| The taste of your vulva, everything on it
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| The hair on your shoulders
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| The smell of your armpit
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| We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
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| We love you regal, we love you haughty
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| Oblivious to caring!
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| Oblivious to caring!
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| Caring
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| Caring
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| Oh my dear
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| Oh my dear!
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| Oh my dear!
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| Oblivious to caring…
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| Are we really dead now?!
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| Are we both dead now?! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dragon , by - Lou Reed. Song from the album Lulu, in the genre Классика метала