They held their heads with laughs of pain
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They learned from men who'd just refrain
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From glancing at a mirror's face
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Seven screaming diz-busters who lurked by a rose
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Had iron for a bloodstream and ice behind their eyes
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On each and all those holy nights
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Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light
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They're long so long this time of year
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When stars be crossed by twirling fear
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You don't suppose I'd prove surprised
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Seven screaming diz-busters should go the route and die
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Without the warmth they learn to crave
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With hardened smiles and evil signs
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On each and all those holy nights
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Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light
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Bury me near the secret cove so they'll not know the way
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Bury me there, behind the rose so they'll not rile my grave
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I'll not reveal whose name still loose (?)
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Well their laugh of pain...And their harder smiles...
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And their rigid arms...And their evil signs...
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Longer days and the longer nights
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And their longer, and longer still
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On each and all those holy nights
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Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light
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7 Screaming Diz-Busters
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
