| You promised me shared destiny, you promised centuries
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| Told of riches unspeakable, beyond my wildest dreams
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| No more the man I used to be, before you got your claws into me
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| Your eyes like flying saucers, my bloody Mary
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| And every day was Christmas day, from that moment on
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| You promised me slave’s loyalty, you promised the cotton fields
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| But the Christmas tree stood naked, as the day it was first born
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| A halo of needles, circle its skeleton
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| Promise me Tarzan and Jane, Anthony and Cleopatra
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| Promise Adam and Eve, and I still won’t believe
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| Promise Hiroshima, promise Casablanca
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| And I still won’t get born, and I still won’t be human
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| Regiments of warrior hooded crows swoop low, to watch the end unfold
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| Vampires scream into the night, feasting on our souls
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| Beneath the silent disco glitter ball, we waltz on eternally
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| And I turn to spaghetti, when she breathed on me
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| God watches safe from a hill above the all lopsided battle
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| Tommy machine gun tongues crackle like the fifth of November,
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| I remember the stealing from grandmothers years, often-times I can’t sleep
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| I paint a portrait of her ashes, of my shadow boxer’s dreams
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| Promise me Tarzan and Jane, Anthony and Cleopatra
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| Promise Adam and eve, and I still won’t believe
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| Promise Hiroshima, promise Casablanca
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| And I still won’t get born, and I still won’t be human
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| Promise Atlantis, Lupara Bianca
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| Promise Valhalla, promise moonlight sonatas
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| Promise her witches fingernails, draw blood along my spine
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| And I still won’t have blood, and I still won’t have feelings
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| Promise the dream, napoleon and Josephine
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| And I still can’t be killed, and I’ll still be immortal
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| Promise the force, will be with us wherever we go
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| And the nightmare crescendos and we still can’t be woken
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| You dragged me by the hair, took me by the scruff of the neck
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| A thousand drunken nights we played kiss-chase to the death
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| I played the starving peasants, I played Mary Antoinette
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| Your snow white skin like porcelain, You promised me the end |