| Born in a coffin with lipstick on your cheek
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| I can’t look away, I can’t look away
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| Where have you been all night
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| Your eyes are swollen shut
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| You can’t see a thing now, can you?
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| Valley girls in love with the decadence
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| Blindfolded, purging up the vanity
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| A kiss like a near death experience
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| Sitting in the backseat of a daddy’s car
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| Oh, yeah.
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| Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
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| Take the ride
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| On the long strange trip to paradise
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| Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
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| Take a ride
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| The pleasure’s yours and the pain’s all mine
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| Rosemary’s baby’s rockin' in the cradle
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| Eyes wide and staring like she’s hypnotized
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| Jacob’s ladder is leaning up against the wall
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| Every time I try to climb it, I fall
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| Valley girls in love with the decadence
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| Blindfolded, purging up the vanity
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| A kiss like a near death experience
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| Sitting in the backseat of daddy’s car
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| Oh, yeah
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| Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
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| Take the ride
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| On the long strange trip to paradise
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| Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
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| Take the ride
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| The pleasure’s yours and the pain’s all mine
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| Looking at you now, I see you
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| You’re barely breathing
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| Yeah, you’re barely breathing now
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| You’re barely breathing
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| Yeah, you’re barely breathing now
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| Peggy Sue what the hell’s gotten into you
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| Call 911 for the 666, yeah
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| Call 911 for the 666, yeah
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| Dancing with the devil’s wife
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| Begging her to take your life
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| Vapid little vampires is all staring at my jugular
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| We’ve made the nightly news
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| And there’s no way that we can lose
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| Smiling slave all dressed in leather
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| What’s your poison? |
| What’s your pleasure?
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| Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
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| Take the ride
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| On the long strange trip to paradise
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| Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
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| Take the ride
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| The pleasure’s yours and the pain’s all mine
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| Looking at you now, I see you
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| You’re barely breathing
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| Yeah, you’re barely breathing now
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| You’re barely breathing
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| Yeah, you’re barely breathing now
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| Peggy Sue what the hell’s gotten into you
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| Call 911 for the 666, yeah
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| Call 911 for the 666, yeah
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| Mascara’s running in a marathon
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| Palm reading hands across America
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| Sleep tight, loose lips are sinking ships
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| I’d kill just to be in your arms again |