| The Jekyll-Hyde of you
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| I can’t survive the tide of you
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| The vicious style of love, the whining
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| Pits and pendulums of lying
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| I don’t see how you survive in Hard-line worlds you’re advertising
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| Sneaky features, facing, waiting
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| City sex is so frustrating
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| Young savage
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| Young savage
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| She’s like a steel wall
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| Speaks like a dance hall
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| Young savage
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| Young savage
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| Anything goes where no-one knows your name
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| The mirror love of vixens
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| Gets over the mask of victims
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| Money rents you insulation
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| Tenderness, asphyxiation
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| Someone else’s flesh to borrow
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| Sling it from your bed tomorrow
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| ? |
| sorrow
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| Look behind the face it’s hollow
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| The broken heart of you
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| Who stole, who stole a part of you
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| Changing blossoms into piss
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| And taking bites from every kiss
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| The past is dead, tomorrow’s too far
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| All the chemicals that bar us Coloured hair, cheap tattoos
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| That tell you all their points of view
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| Condemned to be a stranger
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| Subway dweller, dead-end danger
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| Peeking through the dust of friends
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| Who never gave, they’d only lend
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| Every sneer is thrown away
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| With practised gestures of disdain
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| The outlaw stance is so pedantic
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| Hate the world, it’s so romantic |