All the neighbours never see me
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But they wonder why I walk around at night
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he gets hungry - I go hunting
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In the moonlit streets
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For somebody that's right
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Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
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Is all he's living for
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And he craves it more and more
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Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
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If they walk alone are never seen again
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In the paper, seems a florist
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Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
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No one raped her, poor Doloris,
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Just detained her and drained her on the spot
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Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
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Is all he's living for
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And he craves it more and more
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Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
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If they walk alone are never seen again
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
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No one calls and no one visits
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We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
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We don't want them to want to know us
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'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
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Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
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and I crave it more and more
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Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
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If they're out alone, are never seen again
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
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Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
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Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
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Fresh Blood
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Alice Cooper |