| We’ll slice right into heaven
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| And cut into the night
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| File in with the forgiven
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| And set this shit to right
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| We’ve got junkies, we’ve got jackpots
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| These vampire vultures fly
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| Fashion always takes them
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| And we keep our power dry
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| You’re so good
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| You’re so giving, and so game
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| With your props and pimps
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| And the parasites you sustain
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| And you count the final score
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| And you gladly ask for more
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| As you sink into the ground
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| Your heart’s the sound that you hear
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| Here comes the daily damage
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| With filthy, woke up eyes
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| Like a wicked wound
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| And a guilty little pry
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| I hear the wheezin'
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| Through the broken wall
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| These common creature comforts
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| You want them now
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| You want them all
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| You’re so good
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| You’re so giving, and so game
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| With your props and pimps
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| And the parasites you sustain
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| And you count the final score
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| And you gladly ask for more
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| As you sink into the ground
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| Your heart’s the sound that you hear
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| Here the fallen are the mighty
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| Now bind your brutal hands
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| Bite upon that vicious tongue
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| The secret sick have won
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| The TV’s done it’s talking
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| Soul and swaddle swing
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| Like the fun gun for your fist
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| Lost and found in sin, sin, sin
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| Oh you (you)
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| All silver and light (all silver and light)
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| Save me
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| Be the hand in the night (be the hand in the night)
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| Oh try for me
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| Lie for me
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| Make your self deny for me
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| Try for me
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| Lie for me
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| Make yourself deny
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| Make yourself deny (make yourself deny, make yourself deny)
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| Make yourself deny |