There´s anger in their skin, it´s just a style for
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them, they move with murder in their veins,
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by cardboard filled-in doors they pass the day
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like whores and kiss their innocence away
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Scorpio rising, scorpio rising
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Scorpio rising, it´s on the wind
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Their lives are analyzed by intellectual types
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who know the depth of their disease
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and love is just a game to pass the hours away
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to spend in deference on your knees
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Scorpio rising, scorpio rising
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Scorpio rising, it´s on the wind
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Scorpio Rising-Brett Anderson
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