| Silent howling in the night
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| I like my satin black
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| Blacker than the knife
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| Thrust in my back
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| Seeking for a beam of light
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| In this city of haste
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| My life cast aside
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| As toxic waste
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| Silk and flowers
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| Ripped off my flesh
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| Betrayal and sadness
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| Booming in my chest
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| Stumbling in my best dress
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| On Lowest Wacker Drive
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| Unseen and forsaken
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| One lost Puerto Rican
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| My heart and heels broken
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| On Lowest Wacker Drive
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| Silent howling in the night
|
| I like my satin black
|
| Blacker than the knife
|
| Thrust in my back
|
| Seeking for a beam of light
|
| In this city of haste
|
| My life cast aside
|
| As toxic waste
|
| Silk and flowers
|
| Ripped off my flesh
|
| The pas is filming over
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| Memories foam and lather
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| Your words melt in my tears
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| On Lowest Wacker Drive
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| I’ve loved and I’ve seen
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| The price of self-esteem
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| The daring, the loathing
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| On Lowest Wacker drive
|
| Silent howling in the night
|
| I like my satin black
|
| Blacker than the knife
|
| Thrust in my back
|
| Seeking for a beam of light
|
| In this city of haste
|
| My life cast aside
|
| As toxic waste
|
| Silk and flowers
|
| Ripped off my flesh |
| Rolling under my feet
|
| The tarmac cries and weeps
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| Your heat is my call sheet
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| On Lowest Wacker Drive |