| I’m talking darkest night
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| A shoddy simulation of paradise in leopard tights
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| I have a sinking fascination with the neon light
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| And inside, inside it’s war all the time
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| With the budding blonde hookers and their decadent art
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| Desire’s a violent jackhammer of the heart
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| When the world descends into a helter skelter
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| The girls crawl in for shelter
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| Lilith/Eve
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| I’m looking for something
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| Come together over me
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| And I don’t know what I want
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| A wife or a lover?
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| I’m looking for something in-between
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| I’m talking blood on grass
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| An overwrought suburbanite heart attack and paint it all black
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| Because the end is accelerating back to the beginning
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| And everybody’s falling in line
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| With the balding blind hustlers in their heroin hovels
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| Giving dollar sucks inside Continentals
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| With the radio blaring out helter skelter
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| And the creatures crawl in for shelter
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| Lilith/Eve
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| I’m looking for something
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| Come together over me
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| And I don’t know what I want
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| A wife or a lover?
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| I’m looking for something in-between |