| We don’t have a dream, it’s what you wanted
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| Scrape until the scream, this place is haunted
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| Close the lips and kiss, divine submission
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| Nothing but a hiss, we’ve got ignition
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| Pretty when your mouth is shut
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| Bend and brace yourself for every cut
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| Here’s a whore who can sing
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| And folks are frantic
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| To touch as much as a piece of her string
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| How romantic
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| Please I’ll be gentle
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| It’s just a rental
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| Your voice is void
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| Squeeze 'til your bones break
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| Screened 'til it’s too late now
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| Caskets come to court their corpse companions
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| Deceased, but we still report for our abandon
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| Sing so I save a shred of life or life-like thought
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| We’re not living dead, at least not quite yet
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| Please I’ll be gentle
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| It’s just a rental
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| Your voice is void
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| Squeeze 'til your bones break
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| Screened 'til it’s too late now
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| We don’t have a dream, it’s what you wanted
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| Scrape until the scream, this place is haunted
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| We don’t have a dream, it’s what you wanted
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| Scrape until the scream, this place is haunted
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| Please I’ll be gentle
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| It’s just a rental
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| Your voice is void
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| Squeeze 'til your bones break
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| Screened 'til it’s too late now
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| Please I’ll be gentle
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| It’s just a rental
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| Your voice is void
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| Squeeze 'til your bones break
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| Screened 'til it’s too late now
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| Please I’ll be gentle… |