| Transfusion, my purest magic for the heart
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| Honey mascara, to correct sadness.
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| Mental tattoo to mark ones imagination
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| Drinks of light, to cheer up ones life.
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| Television, to drop out from the broadcast
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| Sexual revolver, to play Russian roulette.
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| And I don’t know about you, or what you’ll say
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| but there is nothing much to think about
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| Darkness stalks me incredulous.
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| Nothing I can lose,
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| Nothing that I couldn’t do,
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| Something to relieve you
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| Something that’ll cure me.
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| Nothing I can lose,
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| Nothing that I couldn’t do,
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| Something to relieve you
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| Something that’ll cure me.
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| Transfusion, my purest magic for the heart
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| Honey mascara, to correct sadness.
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| Television, to drop out from the broadcast
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| Sexual revolver, to play Russian roulette.
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| And I don’t know about you, or what you’ll say
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| but there is nothing much to think about
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| Darkness stalks me incredulous.
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| Nothing I can lose,
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| Nothing that I couldn’t do,
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| Something to relieve you
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| Something that’ll cure me.
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| Nothing I can lose,
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| Nothing that I couldn’t do,
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| Something to relieve you
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| Something that’ll cure me.
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| (There's nothing I can lose
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| That I couldn’t do, that I couldn’t love, that I can dream) |