| Caressing, bent up to the jug again
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| With sheaths and pills invading all those stills
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| In a hovel of a bed, I will scream in vain
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| Oh please, Ms. Lane, leave me with some pain
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| Went walking through this city’s neon lights
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| In fear of disguising my warping seething pressure lines
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| Among confidant heirs, intangible of price
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| Trying so hard to find what was right
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| I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
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| We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
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| She took delight in taking down my shielded pride
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| Until exposed became my darker side
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| Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
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| Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try
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| If only for the old times, cold times
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| Don’t go waving your pretentious love
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| He’s soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries, dark entries)
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| Gyrating through some lonesome devils row
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| (Dark entries, dark entries)
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| Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
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| (Dark entries, dark entries)
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| Of walking money checks possessing holes
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| (Dark entries, dark entries)
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| He sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries)
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| Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries)
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| Work with loosely woven fabrics of office clerks
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| Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries, dark entries)
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| I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
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| We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
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| Took delight in taking down my shielded pride
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| Until exposed became my darker side
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| Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
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| Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try
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| If only for the old times
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| Don’t go waving your pretentious love
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