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Martin
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Martin is talking to you
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Martin is a boy with problems
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Martin has a family history
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Martin has too many nightmares
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He lives in a fantasy
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There's a danger that he'll take too far
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His morbid curiosity
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He's seen too many creepy films
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He's read too many books
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Martin sleeps with all the lights on
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Martin's seen too many looks
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He lives out a strange obsession
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Tries hard to resist
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But Martin needs his strange obsession
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To exist
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(Kill, kill, kill)
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He's far too pale and far too frail
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To be a normal boy
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There's something shining in his eyes
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The things he'd like to say
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Martin had a lot to live down
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Growing up in a mining town
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Torches burning in the trees
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The shivering lust of blood
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He's the star of many horror movies
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But deep inside he's good
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There's an illness flowing through him
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That's there all the time
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And though he watches and he waits
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He knows he's not to blame
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The face at the window
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The hand under the bed
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Martin has hallucinations
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Dreams that he's dead
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He finds the hunger's at its worst
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When he's in bed
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(Kill, kill, kill)
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He's finding hard to keep control
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He knows it won't be long
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And his tongue rolls over his dry lips
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And the voice lingers on
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Martin
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| Soft Cell |
