| All alone in the traffic
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| All sense of the game is long gone
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| Mouth twisted up and lips like coal
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| Tired of spinning, you get anything you want
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| We don’t have to be lovers
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| We don’t have to be friends for no one
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| Black souls in the desert
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| Heads spinning, you get anything you want
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| My prints all over the smoking gun
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| All lines to the living are now undone
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| Her fingers felt like a fire
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| Her skin’s shifting, the words are so clear
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| Left a burning desire
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| One flash will get you anything you want
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| My prints all over the smoking gun
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| All lines to the living are now undone
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| My prints all over the smoking gun
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| Back down to the Glorious #1
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| All lines to the living are now undone
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| Back down to the Glorious #1 |