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They tied his arms behind his back
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to teach him how to swim
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They put blood in his coffee
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and milk in his gin
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They stood over the soldier
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in the midst of the squalor
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There was war in his body
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and it caused his brain to holler
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Make the sacrifice
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mutilate my face
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If you need someone to kill
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I'm a man without a will
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Wash the razor in the rain
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let me luxuriate in pain
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Please don't set me free
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death means a lot to me
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The pain was lean and it made him scream
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he knew he was alive
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He put a pin through the nipples on his chest
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he thought he was a saint
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I've made love to my mother, killed my father and brother
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what am I to do
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When a sin goes too far, it's like a runaway car
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it cannot be controlled
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Spit upon his face and scream
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there's no Oedipus today
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This is no play you're thinking you are in
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what will you say
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Take the blue mask down from my face
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and look me in the eye
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I get a thrill from punishment
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I've always been that way
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I loathe and despise repentance
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you are permanently stained
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Your weakness buys indifference
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and indiscretion in the streets
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Dirty's what you are and clean is what you're not
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you deserve to be soundly beat
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Make the sacrifice
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take it all the way
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There's no "won't" high enough
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to stop this desperate day
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Don't take death away
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cut the finger at the joint
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Cut the stallion at his mount
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and stuff it in his mouth
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Blue Mask, The
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| Lou Reed |
