| Down empty streets sniffing glue me and you
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| Blank open eyes watch the moonflower bloom
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| It’s been a long hard twenty-year summer vacation
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| All these twenty years trying to fill the void
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| Crack baby, you don’t know what you want
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| But you know that you had it once
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| And you know that you want it back
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| Crack baby, you don’t know what you want
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| But you know that you’re needing it
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| And you know that you need it bad
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| With wild horses running through your hollow bones
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| Wild horses running through your hollow bones
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| Went to your room thinking maybe you’ll feel something
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| But all I saw was your burning body waiting
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| All these twenty years on a vacation
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| Crack baby, you don’t know what you want
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| But you know that you had it once
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| And you know that you want it back
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| Crack baby, you don’t know what you want
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| But you know that you’re needing it
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| And you know that you need it bad
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| Crack baby, you don’t know what you want
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| But you know that you want it
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| Yeah you know that you want it
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| You know that you
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| Crack baby, you don’t know what you want
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| But you know that you need it
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| And you know that you need it bad
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| With wild horses running through your hollow bones
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| Wild horses running through your hollow bones
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| Wild horses running through your hollow bones
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| Wild horses running through your hollow bones |