| Glass breaks in night of passionate dance
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| Splinters in hallways where the fools take their chance
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| But we’re all fools and we all can’t stand still
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| 'Cause impotent lovers lose the love they lost
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| As they go in for the kill
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| Knives flash in half light at the top of the stairs
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| No one saw, no one heard, no one felt it, but someone
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| Was there
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| And we make ourselves blind to the skin, as it shatters
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| And tears
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| And impotent lovers lose the love they lost
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| As they go in for the kill
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| Screams color the night, blood colors the street
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| And those that can love keep warm by creating more heat
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| And those of no love seek revenge in the pubs and the
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| Street
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| And impotent lovers lose the love they lost
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| As they go in for the kill
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| Inadequacy bred from the cradle and raided the
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| School
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| Brought up on hate and now the hate is feeding on you
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| Black out the sun of the love that is trying to break
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| Through
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| 'Cause that’s not the thing that a red-blooded man’s got
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| To do
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| Above all a man or above all a fool
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| Which are you?
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| Above all a man or above all you
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| Which are you? |