| Girls with lion faces string me up like a guitar.
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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| I’m imprisoned inside a billboard.
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| All I eat is thongs.
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s missing.
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s a ghost.
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| Cheerleaders eaten alive by synthesizer beasts.
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| Cold civilization can’t wash the blood off of its teeth.
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| There’s skin growing over my eyes.
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| Haven’t seen the sun in 66 years.
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| The sky is such a disgraceful mess.
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| We sleep all day.
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| We get no rest.
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s missing.
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s a ghost.
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| Cheerleaders eaten alive by synthesizer beasts.
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| Cold civilization can’t wash the blood off of its teeth.
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| A dead Mellotron in my basement
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| Heats my blood up lingerie red.
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| A dead Mellotron in my basement
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| Cut in half by barbarians.
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| Electric meadows- they haunt our dreams.
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| And streaks of light: yellow and green haunt our dreams.
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| The trademarked erotic faces haunt our dreams.
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| And the permanent dawn- it haunts our dreams.
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| And the streets of L.A.- tied up and gagged.
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| And beaches of crystal sand- they haunt our dreams and…
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s missing.
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s a ghost.
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s missing.
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| The streets are empty.
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| Everyone’s a ghost.
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no… |