| Oh, Captain of my industry
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| Oh, cigarettes & company
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| I’m never where I want to be
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| The dirty, dirty ground
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| Oh, Halloween!
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| The blood you drew
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| You carved a space to climb into
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| & like a lantern, like a pyre
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| I burn, I burn with holy fire
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| I talk when I don’t have to
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| & I hope it doesn’t matter
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| 'cause we know what we know
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| I don’t know how you do it, but I change
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| & you see to it that we ain’t got no show
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| & all I could see in the ink of the dark
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| Was your cigarette, breathing
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| Like a beating heart
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| I fold mine in, like origami
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| It might look pretty
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| But you do not know me
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| I talk when I don’t have to
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| & I hope it doesn’t matter
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| 'cause we know what we know
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| I don’t know how you do it, but I change
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| & you see to it that we ain’t got no show
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| Oh, Halloween
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| Oh, jealous star
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| Are you who you say you are?
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| I thought you would have found me out by now
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| Oh, Halloween
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| The blood you drew
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| You carved a space to climb into
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| I don’t know what I should have seen
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| Not since Halloween |