| They came from the second city
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| Where the screams came unattached
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| Addiction was the latest style
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| In the faces they could not match
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| There was a blue beat playing
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| On the radio left behind
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| And a man selling lies as truth
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| Like a king who was loved too much
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| They made a mess of your only child
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| Her innocence was not lost
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| While the judge and jury took their dime
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| They counted the miles and laughed
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| Make way for the way we are
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| The fever still burns though the king is gone
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| Fever comes to the innocent
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| It can make you mad and free
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| But you never find a scrap of love
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| If you don’t wanna feel the heat
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| A million flames are lickin'
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| They lie like dogs at your feet
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| Waitin' for the words of wisdom
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| From the mouths of the bittersweet
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| In the valley of indiscretion
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| Where fear plays the piper’s tune
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| The heroes are the ones who tell the truth
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| And break the rules with the courage of love
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| Make way for the way we are
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| Fever still burns though the king is gone
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| Make way for the way we are
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| The king is gone
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| But the fever lives on. |