| Darkness again
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| Sleeping upside down
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| On a pillow of nails
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| Push it, smile
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| Oh, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for a while
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| Blinded, blinded
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| Can’t see a door in front of me
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| You open up, and walk all over me
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| A sin for a bottle of gin
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| Drunken
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| Flowers bloom in a high fashion season
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| It’s all over me, all over me, greed
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| Open up in my mind
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| Oh, so conned to be jerked back into the 50's
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| And become some macho scum that makes me bleed
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| Oh, why will you turn on me?
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| Why do you smile like that?
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| Darkness again
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| Sleeping upside down
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| On a pillow made of nails
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| Mental shock
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| Mental shock
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| Mental shock
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| All over me, is grief
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| You can’t see
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| What will you do for money?
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| Killing time with bullets in the night
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| Oh right, oh right
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| What is right? |
| to conquer?
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| Or follow some path paved some years ago?
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| With no hope, no hope of any life
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| Shine, shine my bleeding heart
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| I will dance one more time before I must go around
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| Revision, the vision
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| Of the cult of the ruling class that be
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| No government, bottle up in my mind
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| Oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's
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| And become some macho scum that makes me free
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| Oh, why do you betray me?
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| Why do you smile like that?
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| Over the back
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| And into a system of oppression
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| Hurts so bad to be
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| Expendable |