Lost in foreign tongues
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I was stung by your velvet touch
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Look to the eyes, so black
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They're so cracked, I was your last attack
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If you call on me
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Then I'm left to see
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No, I'll never be that man you wish I'd be
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If you call on me
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Then I'm left to see,
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No I'll never be those things that you should see
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See that boy sleeps
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Upon steel beams, he's made of dreams
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You look to the eyes so black
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They're so cracked, I was your last attack
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See that little man
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Running with his severed hands,
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No he'll never work in this town again
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See that little man
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He's got the severed hands,
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And he'll never work in this town again
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Lost in foreign tongues
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I was stung by your velvet touch
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Stung
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| Deer Tick |
