| Hunched in the corner of the dressing-room
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| Trying to get back to the real…
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| Uh-oh, here they come, ready for their meal:
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| Energy Vampires, crawling out of the wall
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| They want to steal my vitality
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| They want to drink it all
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| This guy says that he wrote all my songs
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| This girl says she’s had my baby —
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| Me, I don’t know them from Adam and Eve
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| Sometimes I really believe I’m going crazy
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| «Excuse me while I suck your blood
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| Excuse me when I phone you
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| I’ve got every one of your records, man
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| Doesn’t that mean I own you?»
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| Oh, sure, I long ago decided to make myself an exponent
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| Of public possession in the private obsession zone
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| But now I’m serious, let’s be serious
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| I’m not selling you my soul
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| Try to put it in the records
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| But I’ve got to keep my life my own
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| One thing I’ve not got a lot of is time
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| And it’s slipping away…
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| I’ve got a life to live too
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| Ah, here they come…
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| Vampires! |