[Drug Dealer]
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Lines
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Of a tale
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Cut in the face of a crowd
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Sentenced no bail
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There
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In the night
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Deep in the back
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Through the black
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Beckons a life
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Time
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Moving in a straight line
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But then at a whim
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A change in the wind
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A story begins in its mind
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For deep in her eyes
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Beneath the lies
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Of the dark
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Leaving marks
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Sparks
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She
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Has been steeled
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Standing there looking so tight
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Taut and high-heeled
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One
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Of a kind
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The kind of a girl
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That only a dream
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Could design
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Time
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Seen through glasses of wine
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Never reveals
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The why or the when
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How this story will end
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As you find
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That deep in her eyes
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Beneath the lies
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Of the dark
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Leaving marks
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Sparks
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Come on
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Conjure up a reason for living
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Take me round
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And around
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And around
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And around
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And again
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Come on
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Do it in the name of living
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For if not tonight
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Tell me when
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For if not tonight
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Tell me when
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Ahhhhh
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Hearts
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Can confuse
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That messed up bundle of nerves
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That tends to bruise
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Still
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Lay it bare
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It's better to bleed than to need
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And never have dared
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Chance
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A move based on a glance
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A move based on no more than feel
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In this unreal circumstance
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For deep in her eyes
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Beneath the lies of the dark
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Leaving marks
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Sparks
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Sparks
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |