The street looked kind of different -
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harsher colours sharper angles.
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Shops stacked high with stereos and rows of magazines.
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Smells of coffee, glossy limousines.
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The sun danced on the chromium.
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Slant eyes drowning in the light.
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Lights turned red as elbows jabbed,
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voices snarled and luck turned sour,
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Children screamed! Brakes were screeching!
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Knees were pumping, ribs were crunching...
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Crushing, drowning deeper...
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The street looked kind of different.
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The paving stones were playing cards,
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and cried out as I skipped from the red to the black.
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Cracked a joke about the joker, saluted all the kings,
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threw a ring to the blackest queen who ushered me away
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to the palace in the square where the air's so cold
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and it gets so lonely in the night.
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She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch by the TV.
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3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared:
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"Are you feeling dirty?" Yes but also very pleased.
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Heard applause, felt the claws in my back, rocking backwards,
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rocking forwards in the groove. The earth moved! The couch moved!
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We rolled on the felt, knocked the vases off the shelf...
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Watched ourselves in the mirror, like animals like cannibals!
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And you ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder...
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Rolled your tongue up in my hands - I swallowed it whole.
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Flesh decreasing by the second until all that remained
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were the eyes, mine brown, yours black. Tilted back, we stared
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at the hollywood sunset.
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Brighter now... it looks so pretty tonight.
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The light in my little girl's eyes...
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The Light In My Little Girl's Eyes
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| The Legendary Pink Dots |
