| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
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| I was left to fend for myself
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| I was left in a basket, just like baby Moses
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| To float down that muddy river
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| Protected by the stupid little fairies
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| I floated for nine days and nights
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| I floated for nine days and nights
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| Till I came to the city
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| Bright lights and all the fine ladies
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| Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies
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| I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of
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| Just like you are, and I love you
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| Like a sticky piece of cotton candy
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| In this bright red cotton candy, candy world
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| I’m so excited about the prospects
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| Of meeting with a
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| Stranger in an alley
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| I’m so excited
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| I hope they’re rough, I hope their skin is
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| Tough like Spanish leather
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| Can’t wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine
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| I can’t wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine
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| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
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| Raised by suburban lions out in the jungle
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| We really like to run in packs—and I like that
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| When we hunt, we all function with one mind
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| Our collective predications are as sharp as the
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| Razor in my pocket, and as dull as the ice
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| Melting slowly in my glass
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| My only love is the love of oblivion in a dark room
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| With a couple of pedestrian wolves
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| So artfully backlit by a solitary candle
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| I take my pleasure in soft, red clouds of desire
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| So funky in this unwashed bed for one
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| With the soft, red dreams of oblivion
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| I’m so excited about the prospects
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| Of meeting with a
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| Stranger in an alley
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| I’m so excited
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| I’m so excited, 'cause soon I’ll hit the streets
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| I am the crown prince of pavement
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| I’m so excited
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| Under the sheltering skin
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| Stretched out so pale and thin
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| There is an ocean of bright red liquid love
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| And that, my friend, is my favorite color
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| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
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| And I take my pleasure on a soft, red cloud
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| And I take my pleasure in the monkey’s bed
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| And the wolves still howl and the light still glowing red
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| And I take my pleasure in a blue, steel game
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| And I take my pleasure through the monkey’s eye
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| And the wolves all howl while the world around me dies
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| I’m so excited about the prospects
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| Of meeting with a stranger
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| In an alley
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| I’m so excited
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| I hope they’re rough
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| I hope their skin is tough
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| Like Spanish leather
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| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
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| I was left to fend for myself
|
| I was left in a basket—just like baby Moses
|
| To float down that muddy river
|
| Protected by all those stupid little fairies
|
| I floated for nine days and nights
|
| Till I came to the city
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| Bright lights and all the fine ladies
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| Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies
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| I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of
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| Just like you are in this bright cotton candy, candy world
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| Raised by pedestrian wolves… |