You?e got me hanging by my throat.
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Swinging from a tree,
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Swaying in the breeze.
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As I die my eyes glaze over.
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Swinging from a tree,
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Swaying in the breeze.
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In the silent twilight I heard the crickets cry.
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As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky.
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In the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell.
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Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo Motel.
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Won? you come and shatter my glass heart?
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Inject black tar in my arteries.
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You always knew just what to say,
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From birth, deathbed into the grave.
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I? spinning.
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Vital organs on the dance floor,
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Gyrating to the beat.
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As the ghost of the goat head wanders through the street.
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Exacting revenge, he drowns his victims in a well.
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For his murder 40 years ago at the Vertigo Motel.
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Won? you come and shatter my glass heart?
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Inject black tar in my arteries.
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You always knew just what to say,
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From birth, deathbed into the grave.
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Vertigo Motel
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