| There’s poison in my drinking glass, don’t stop just sip it down
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| and in a swirling masquerade of style my body hits the ground.
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| I’m beautiful when I’m asleep.
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| Martini kisses land on my blistered bloody scarlet lips;the bottle’s in my hand.
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| Burn out, not fade away.
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| I’ll speak in riddles so you can understand.
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| I’ll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen.
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| So in love with me, like shaped you would be.
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| I’ll write both our names into the wet concrete.
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| We’re glistening like silver spoons, beneath the summer night.
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| Oh, can you smell the subtle winter frost as the flowers start to pry.
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| The autumn winds are bringing grapes to all the emerald trees.
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| They’re so beautiful and dead, just make the colors slowly bleed.
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| Burn out, not fade away.
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| I’ll speak in riddles so you can understand.
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| I’ll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen.
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| So in love with me, like shaped you would be.
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| I’ll write both our names into the wet concrete.
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| The drug will fade away
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| (Burn out, not fade away)
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| The kiss that just struck me
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| (Burn out, not fade away)
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| And I say, with a serpent choking at the life until I’m dead
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| Burn out, not fade away
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| Burn out, not fade away
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| Burn out, not fade away
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| burn out, not fade AWAY! |