Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
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shapeless and ageing we start to run
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through the tangle of your broken words
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this cheap impulse falls so dry
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In the maze. I burn down
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turn...you turn my skin around
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wishing my eyes could look down
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down on me...
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Stairs fall like jewels
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as we near the door
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you fold through my neck
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and arms like crystal
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so black, so black with charm and breath
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we turn to face the dying sun...
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This green city rains down on me
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this green city rains down on me
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This green city
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| The Cure |
