| Smoking on a doobie in a side street
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| That’s when shorty hopped out from behind me
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| «Why so sad boy ?» |
| I told her I was broke
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| «Here's the cure»; |
| she offered me a line of coke
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| So I acted cordial
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| I had plans before though, had to forgo
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| We had some more blow
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| And glass of Bordeaux, laughed and walked slow
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| «Can we go back to your home ?»
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| We dashed home, slammed the door closed
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| Passionately banged the wardrobe, gasping as we tore clothes
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| Then we practiced oral, went into nasty-talk-mode
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| It felt like a sassy porno
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| She then said she was half immortal
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| She tied my hands to the bed and scratched my torso
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| Bit the back of my neck and snatched my poor soul
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| I never knew her name
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| But I’ll never be the same
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| I’ve got her sickness flowing in my veins
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| He’s my Venus in Cold
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| He’s my Adonis in Smokes
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| He would never go forward if i were his Boy
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| And I am nothing more than as dead as the sky
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| He’s my Venus in Cold
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| He’s my inmate Soul
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| I would love to buy him all the go-go-gold in the world
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| But how — unless i kill the one blooded heart
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| Fangs. |
| Where are your fangs? |
| Your fangs
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| (I've got her sickness flowing in my veins)
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| Smoking on a ciggy in this side street
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| I knew I could get this one to like me
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| Why so sad girl? |
| She said that life’s a joke
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| Here’s the cure boo, now try some ganja smoke
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| I filled her glass with some X
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| She felt the happy effects
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| She said she’s mad at her ex
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| She said she’s glad that we met
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| We were laughing and next
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| Had some passionate sex
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| She was trapped in my net
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| I bit the back of her neck
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| And took her soul — now the cycle continues
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| Now she’s out to find a guy on the menu
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| She’ll try to convince you
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| To fuck her then she’ll snatch the life from within you
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| That’s how the cycle continues
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| That’s how the cycle continues
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| There’s plenty of us — we hide and we mingle
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| Then jump out and suck out the life from within you
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| Anywhere you go go
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| Every time you low low
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| In this land I am King
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| I can bring you cold cold blood
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| Feed from my herd of personal humans
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| Anywhere you go go
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| Every time you low low
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| In this land I am King
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| I can bring you cold cold blood
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| Feed from my herd of personal humans
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| She didn’t knew my name
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| She’ll never be the same
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| She got my sickness flowing in her veins
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| Fangs
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| (You didn’t know her name)
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| Where are…
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| (You'll never be the same)
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| Your fangs?
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| (You'll never be the same)
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| Your fangs…
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| (You've got her sickness flowing in your veins)
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| Fangs
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| (You didn’t know her name)
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| Where are…
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| (You'll never be the same)
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| Your fangs?
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| (You'll never be the same)
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| Your fangs…
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| (You've got her sickness flowing in your veins)
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| Sample:
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| Vampires don’t just drink blood
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| They steal our time. |
| They take our passion, our energy, our hope,
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| our self esteem, our very sense of self |