| Bound together like the crown and sceptre
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| We were made
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| To pursue the highs
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| That only royalty could crave
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| Smoke and neon
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| Quiet stranger
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| Bitter amber
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| We are favoured
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| Burning sugar
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| Emerald nectar
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| This transgressive rite
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| Is our communion
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| Rules of mind and moral
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| Cleaved so recklessly
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| As we plunge into an ocean green
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| Deep as this self-destructive need
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| Sublime intoxication
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| Vice regalia fever dream
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| Nothing matters we are free
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| Free until tomorrow
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| In a ritual union
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| Jaded as the soma we imbibe
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| I will fix you so you break with me
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| For one more night
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| Smoke and neon
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| Quiet stranger
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| Bitter amber
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| We are favoured
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| Burning sugar
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| Emerald nectar
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| This transgressive rite
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| Is our communion
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| And just like all things that shine
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| Found in life first so fine
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| The high is flawed by design
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| As the sun must burn out in time
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| It all fades |