| Let’s dream together of a thug
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| Big as universe
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| Splashed with tattoos
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| In purple reds and blues
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| His kisses like a drug
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| He’ll pass smoke on his breath
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| A shared butt tasting of islands
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| Of tobacco rum and death
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| It breaks my heart to see them go
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| My cell mates acting mean and hard
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| The one we crowned with lilacs in the yard
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| Who bought me bitter pain
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| The other dead in Venice
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| In a black gondola
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| In the pouring Autumn rain
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| Let your teeth slide their wolfish grin
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| Into my blue veined jugular
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| Pulsating like a star
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| In the scarlet Spanish night
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| Give me your hand and lead me where
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| Black grasses kneel to morning dew
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| As for me I’m bound to die there
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| We hadn’t finish our Gitanes
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| Bitter fags smoked to the last spark
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| Of embers twinkling in the dark
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| You faced a death sentence
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| My best years spent inside a cell
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| Back to the wall for stealing books
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| That I’d committed to memory
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| Let’s dream together of a thug
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| Chased across town, his splashed tattoos
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| Mapped in purples reds and blues
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| His kisses like a smoky drug
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| He’ll die with blond hair and not grey
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| The two of us exchanging rings
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| On his execution day
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| Give me your hand and lead me where
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| Black grasses kneel to morning dew
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| Give me your hand and lead me where
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| Black grasses kneel to morning dew
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| As for me I’m bound to die there
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| Let’s dream together of a thug
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| Chased across town, his splashed tattoos
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| Mapped in purples reds and blues
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| His kisses like a smoky drug
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| He’ll die with blond hair and not grey
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| The two of us exchanging rings
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| On his execution day |