| She moves through the black door
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| She turns toward the desperate light
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| With her breath like iodine
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| With her filigree design
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| She summons the fire from her hips
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| Flamingo blood melts down her lips
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| But the light would not share her,
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| From behind the bending mirror, pulling her within,
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| Like a jealous twin. |
| There was something in her eye
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| Like a flawed alibi. |
| .. I was just about to ask
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| When she rips apart her mask
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| Refrain
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| But me and my girl
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| Chase the dragon’s tail
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| We double lock the room
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| We innoculate the moon
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| And the light glows from below
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| Tonight, Tonight
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| She hears the soft drone,
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| Like a pearly blade laid in silicone. |
| ..
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| And the reservoir of sleep
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| Slides through the morning tube
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| Like a letter written in a dream
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| That is answered much too soon
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| And she lays across the sofa like a gold stick pin
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| Mascara draining down her specious grin, every notion’s
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| Loaded motion laced in BOMBAY GIN. |
| .. and the serpent’s
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| Eyes are bursting as she bites into the skin
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| (Repeat Refrain)
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| She leaves a trail of broken things:
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| Knives. |
| .. Lives. |
| .. and wedding rings
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| And the candle drips its light
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| Across the fine silk floor
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| Someone screams for less
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| Someone screams for more. |
| ..
|
| But the light would not share her
|
| From behind the bending mirror
|
| Pulling her within
|
| Like a jealous twin
|
| There was something in her eye
|
| Like a flawed alibi
|
| I was just about to ask, I swear,
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| She ripped apart the mask
|
| But me And my girl
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| We chase the dragon’s tail
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| We double lock the room
|
| We innoculate the moon
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| And the light
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| Glows
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| From down below. |
| .. Tonight. |
| .. Tonight |