| There’s a rocky horror picture show
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| Tossed into an open road
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| Wondering if someone might be home
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| Taught to love these open doors
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| Can I stay for supper as I’m lost
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| Well of course, now step right in
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| Just in time, we’ve just begun
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| There are two more seats left, choose just one
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| There’s no rush, no telephones
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| If you stay, we’ll crack your bones by dawn
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| Won’t make it out of here alive
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| These eyes, these lips, they never lie
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| Time in this box is split entirely with my friends
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| Who may seem impolite
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| Won’t make it out of here alive
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| These eyes, these lips, they never lie
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| Time in this box is split entirely with my friends
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| Who may seem impolite
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| Time is fleeting, I’m still here
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| Thinking as the walls come near
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| I’d rather keep to myself in here
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| Though I’m sure I’m not alone
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| The one I came with left me in the cold
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| Tell the host the pleasure’s mine
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| But I left all my things behind
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| My welcome’s overstayed and overtime
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| Someone will come look for me
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| Might be better, wouldn’t you agree?
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| Wouldn’t you agree
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| Wouldn’t you agree?
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| Won’t make it out of here alive
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| These eyes, these lips, they never lie
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| Time in this box is split entirely with my friends
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| Who may seem impolite
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| Won’t make it out of here alive
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| These eyes, these lips, they never lie
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| Time in this box is split entirely with my friends
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| Who may seem impolite |