| Well, it’s opening time down on Fascination Street
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| So let’s cut the conversation and get out for a bit
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| 'Cause I feel it all fading and paling, I’m begging
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| To drag you down with me, to kick the last nail in
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| Yeah, I like you in that like I like you to scream
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| But if you open your mouth, I can’t be responsible
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| For quite what goes in, or to care what comes out
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| So just pull on your hair, just pull on your pout
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| And let’s move to the beat
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| Like you know that it’s over
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| Slip, going under
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| Slip over my shoulder
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| So pull on your face
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| Pull on your fear and let’s hit opening time
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| Down on Fascination Street
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| Fascination Street
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| So pull on your hair, pull on your pout
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| Fuck the conversation, just open your mouth
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| Pull on your face, pull on your fear
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| And let’s hit opening time
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| Down on Fascination Street
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| Down on Fascination Street
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| Down on Fascination Street
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| Down on Fascination Street
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| Down on Fascination Street
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| Down on Fascination Street |