| Lost a pound of flesh in suicidal dreams
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| Drugged up on a London city street
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| I awoke without a name in hell
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| Found Scylla and Charybdis
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| An empty train awaits and now I’m headed northwest
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| To the beautiful Manchester sunset
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| And now I’m going home
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| But where is home?
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| Synthesized again, yeah, I’m flying high
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| Ropes are bound and my chest is tied
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| In the underground world of Chelsea
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| This is where we feel love, find life, kill time
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| This is where our pessimism comes to die
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| Here you can trade your flesh for currency
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| All due restraint, take a picture
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| With all my restraint it’s my picture
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| Come with me to the other side
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| Come dance with me in the dead of night
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| You say, you say, you wanna live in the darkness
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| I’ll set you free, it’s a long road to hell and back
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| Come with me to the other side
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| Come dance with me in the dead of night
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| You say, you say, you wanna live in the darkness
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| I’ll set you free, it’s a long road to hell and back
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| Come with me to the other side
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| Come dance with me in the dead of night
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| You say, you say, you wanna live in the darkness
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| I’ll set you free, it’s a long road to hell and back
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| Come with me to the other side
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| Come dance with me tonight
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| You say, you say, you wanna live in the darkness
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| I’ll set you free, it’s a long road to hell and back |