Words fall from my mouth
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Like plates from shaking hands
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Smash upon the silence
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Of the smooth naked canal
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I'm evil and a heathen
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I'm evil and a heathen
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I'm a heathen and evil like you
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There's not a lot
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Not a lot I couldn't do
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I like how you pretend
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That the end will be the end
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So fill your thirst
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Drink a curse
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To the death of death instead
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I'm evil and a heathen
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I'm evil and a heathen
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I'm a heathen and evil like you
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There's not a lot
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Not a lot I wouldn't do
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Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur
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Where the smoke curled round
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Now the ice blows of Lake Michigan
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When the ice blows
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The ice flows knocks you down
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Your teeth are black with wine
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As you place those lips on mine
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And the moon hangs heavy and forbidden high
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On the **** night of our lives
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I'm evil and a heathen
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I'm evil and a heathen
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I'm a heathen and evil like you
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There's not a lot
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Not a lot we couldn't do
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Evil And A Heathen
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| Franz Ferdinand |
