| Listen, children, to my story of a thousand crazy nights
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| Torrid starlit bacchanals of wild-eyed delight
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| Legions of limbs move entranced
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| Trapped in desire’s agro dance
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| Now the hearts within the crowd begin to heave and race
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| Saliva mingles with the tears and sweat upon our face
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| Kindling of lust finds a spark
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| See how it burns in the dark
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| Fan the virulent blaze
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| The animal nights
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| Our hot savage days
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| Strut and fret here for now
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| Abandon your hope
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| In all but a thousand crazy nights
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| Brazenly we tear composure’s ever-thinning veil
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| All the cords that bind us now are tenuous and frail
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| Hear all the mob as they scream
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| Lost in a mad, fevered dream
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| Grope whatever you can
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| Feel with your face — let eyes be your hands
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| Break the solemnest vow
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| Leave it behind — live in a thousand crazy nights
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| Fan the virulent blaze
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| The animal nights
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| Our hot savage days
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| Strut and fret here for now
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| Abandon your hope
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| In all but a thousand crazy nights
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| Grope whatever you can
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| Feel with your face
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| Let eyes be your hands
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| Break the solemnest vow
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| Leave it behind
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| Live in a thousand crazy nights |