| Calling cards of madness
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| Pull the brass men from their knees
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| To petrify more images to dangle
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| Just outside the reach
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| Of the stunted and the dreamless ones
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| Who have nothing left to keep
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| For frozen dawns or nights
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| As cold as these have been
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| Don’t ask for explanations
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| There’s nothing left you’d understand
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| You’re one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned
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| We read the latest venereal journals
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| Flicked through some catalogs of fear
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| You tore some more pages
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| From your old lovers hearts
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| Then we engineered a wild reunion
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| In a Berlin Alleyway
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| While your New York Fuhrer
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| Tore our universe apart
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| Don’t ask for explanations
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| There’s nothing left you’d understand
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| You’re one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned
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| Break my legs politely
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| I’ll spit my gold teeth out at you
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| Your sores are almost big enough
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| To step right inside now
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| I’ll send you truckloads of flowers
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| From all the worlds that you stole from me
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| I’ll spin a coin in the madhouse
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| While I watch you drowning
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| Don’t ask for explanations
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| There’s nothing left you’d understand
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| You’re one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned
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| The wild, the beautiful and the damned |