| I’d be thinner, I’d be taller
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| Go clubbing in my collar
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| With skin pale as a moth
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| Dressed in black, I’d go creepin'
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| While the normal folk are sleepin'
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| If I only were a Goth
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| With my hair up, I’d look fancy
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| Like Siouxsie and the Banshees
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| With silk or velvet cloth
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| Dressed in boots, never sandals
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| And the room would be lit with candles
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| If I only were a Goth
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| Yes I’d wanna die
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| From the bottom of my heart impure
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| Would I like another clove? |
| Well, sure
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| And after that, we’ll go listen to The Cure
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| I’d pretend to be a vampire
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| Like in stories 'round the campfire
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| I’d suck your bloody froth
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| Yes the thing I’d be best at
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| Is impersonating Lestat
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| If I only were a Goth
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| In my casket purse I’m toutin'
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| Einsturzende Neubauten
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| And pagan hymns to Thoth
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| Yes the world would be depressing
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| Over death I’d be obsessing
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| And this corpse that I’m undressing
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| Would be sexier, I’m guessing
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| With my diet I’d get scurvy
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| And I’d worship Peter Murphy
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| If I only were a Goth |