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candy cane walks down
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to build a bonfire, to break my fall
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my baby, my sweet thing
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just maybe we could lose ourselves this time
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king of the horseflies, dark prince of death
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his tragic forces are heaven sent
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in sweet things, in a lovers breath
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in knowing this was meant to be the last
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a go-go-kids, a go-go-style
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a suck suck kiss, a suck suck smile
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as always, in young need
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a veiled promise to never die
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on dead highways, her black beauties roam
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for june angels, so far from home
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for a love lost, a faded picture
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to tread lightning, to ink the lavender skies
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so get on the bomb
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get back where you belong
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Where Boys Fear To Tread
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| The smashing pumpkins |
