| The city lights are beckoning
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| The sirens softly call
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| Of the fantasist and fetishists are preparing the ball
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| When you’ve been stuck here on the doorstep with nothing to forsake
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| Well you might as well be anyone’s to take
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| So I give myself to strangers like i gave myself to you
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| But the tenderness are felt has been replaced by something new
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| And in the orgy I can vaguely hear the outline of your call
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| Well I might as well be anyone’s at all
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| Every memory is sailing to the kingdom of your soul
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| As you patiently await and lose all sense of self control
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| You were the lighthouse to my broken boat
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| But I’ve left you behind
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| Now I might as well be anyone’s to find
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| Take my body take it from me
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| It is not worthy of your memory
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| Take my body take it from me
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| It is not worthy of your memory
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| I remember you undressing as I set myself on fire
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| And the funeral was quick as I lay lifeless on your pyre
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| Well it’s a kind of desperation
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| And it’s just something you can’t fake
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| Oh I might as well be anyone’s to take
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| So I give myself to strangers like I gave myself to you
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| But the unity I felt has been replaced by something new
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| Now I am Helen and I am Mary Jane
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| I am Robert and I am Paul
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| Oh I might as well be anyone at all
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| Yes I might as well be anyone at all
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| Oh I might as well be anyone at all
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| Oh I might as well be anyone at all
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| Anyone at all
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| Anyone at all
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| Anyone at all |