darkness again
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sleeping upside down
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on a pillow of nails
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push it, smile
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oh talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for a while
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blinded, blinded
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can't see a door in front of me
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you open up, and walk all over me
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a sin for a bottle of gin
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drunken
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flowers bloom in a high fashion season
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it's all over me, all over me, greed
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open up in my mind
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oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's
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and become some macho scum that makes me bleed
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oh why will you turn on me?
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why do you smile like that?
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darkness again
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sleeping upside down
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on a pillow made of nails
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mental shock
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mental shock
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mental shock
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all over me, is grief
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you can't see
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what will you do for money?
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killing time with bullets in the night
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oh right, oh right
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what is right? to conquer?
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or follow some path paved some years ago?
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with no hope, no hope of any life
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shine, shine my bleeding heart
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i will dance one more time before i must go around
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revision, the vision
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of the cult of the ruling class that be
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no government, bottle up in my mind
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oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's
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and become some macho scum that makes me free
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oh why do you betray me?
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why do you smile like that?
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over the back
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and into a system of oppression
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hurts so bad to be
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expendable
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Thought Criminal
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Velvet Acid Christ |