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569 B
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32 lines
569 B
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Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
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In the house of ill repute
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Is this the way I spend my days
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In recovery of a fatal disease?
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Oooh, oooh
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Oooh, oooh
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On a cloud of pink has turned to grey
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And I'm alone again, yeah
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Someone to hold against my own
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Alone, untouched is what I crave
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Oooh, oooh
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Oooh, oooh
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Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
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In the house of ill repute
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Is this the place I search for love
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When my need is within me, a gift from above?
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Oooh, oooh
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Oooh, oooh
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Oooh, oooh
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Oooh
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____________________
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Name Artificial Red
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Artist Mad Season
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Album Above
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