Woahhhhhhhh
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(slow times for you?)
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(slow times for you.)
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(what's a boy to do?)
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From my parapet I spy out the corner of my eye
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On the street where you walk on by your beauty on the run from me
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Come to me, I beckon but I reckon since it's mentally
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Not dust to thee, my density can hinder your mobility
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So what? another vision fades into the twisted (faded) cityscapes
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Like trying to find twin snowflakes looking for another heart to break
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Oh, she break me equally I pray to my dead god to send
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A sullen siren just to silence my automaton tongue
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Tell me what to do
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So I don't hurt you
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Tell me what to do
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So I don't hurt you
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Tell me what to do
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(won't you please now)
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So I don't hurt you
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Tell me what to do
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So I don't hurt you
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He came through, blank book, on the train, new catastrophe
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My god, there's a body on the train right in front of me
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Don't look, she's a demon, strolls the sewers, no apologies
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I need a dirty girl to help me brush up my biology
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This way to a place, she's right in front of me
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I can pray, and she got it 'cuz she got it where she wants to be
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Run through, spread down like a naked buffet
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We gonna (mangerie[?]) and then play for days
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So first we spark and blaze and then we go away
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And then we go away and then we go three way
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(And then we shift our fate and then my baby say)
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So first we spark and blaze and then we blow away
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(So first we spark and blaze and then we play for days)
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And then we play for days and then we go away
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(And then we spark and blaze and then we go three way)
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And then we spark and blaze and then we play for days
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(And then my baby says and then we spark and blaze)
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And then we go three way and the my baby say
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(And then we go three way and then we shift our face)
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And then my baby says and then my baby says
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And then my baby says and then my baby says
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Tell me what to do
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So I can hurt you
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Tell me what to do
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So I can hurt you
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Tell me what to do
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So I can hurt you
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Tell me what to do
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So I can hurt you
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Roll out from the bedside and cut from the past
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Roll home, kicking lovely and lonely at last
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Cigarette all ablaze as I tread the rat's maze
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And I see every passing beauty, all these mindless cuties
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All this youthful booty for a boy to tap
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Better fall into my chamber 'fore I fall into the trap
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A skin addiction, a benediction for all my pistons
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Every lay in moderation on this permanent vacation
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I'm fading
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Oh, I can't keep fading
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All's after
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I'm fading
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woahhhhhhhh
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(empty bed, empty head)
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(slow times for me is slow times for you too, I guess)
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(but I'm just a sweaty city dweller slumbering softly 'til the morning bell's knell demands I navigate leftover hell)
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Hurt You
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TV On The Radio |