| My friend myself, boredom’s hero, prince of the alleys
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| Stumble falling to a winsome table, in search of wine
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| Mulatto hookers, cocaine bookers, troubled husbands
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| Stolen freedoms that only evening unfolds to shine.
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| Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure, two wet lips of infant leisure
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| smiled
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| Could I grasp at the stars as they play your night blue hair?
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| Sable eyes, ebony thighs, she shines forever
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| Dancer be, dancing free, she shines for me.
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| So a masked man should mourn the passing of night time
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| The long metal dirge, we were prisoners no more
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| Of the near fallen angels, she will shine on for me Let the panting begin though the music is lethal
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| Let the night take me in, you know the daybreak shall win
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| She will shine on forever, he will shine on for me.
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| While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders, I drink your kisses
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| Exquisite room, my charming tomb, I see the man
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| With marble hands, your smooth pimp, piranha, cradles my swimming head
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| Cracks his glass into my face, I’m thrown away.
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| And then I’m tossed a-bleeding out on the street and ask me, John do I have to drag you away?
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| And I curse where I lay, have made me bow with thanks some day.
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| Ten thousand engines skid unwielding puncture my skin
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| Bait and taunt for me to run, back to my rooms.
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| Though the bad taste of sleep clutching my pillow
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| In anger I weep, she will cry on my chest
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| She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me Let the tempting begin though the music is lethal
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| Let the night take me in though the daybreak shall win
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| She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me Ah, yeah
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| Oh, ohhhhh. |