We sleep in the city of dreams
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we have settled under the dust
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we take 40,000 winks
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on the threshold of
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unanswerable lust
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God's gone back to heaven
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he's deserted us
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but what the hell
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he never understood us anyway
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Have our souls pined away?
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have we sowed our seed in vain?
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has he set his face against us
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and now shall we be slain?
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this is the Stone Age of our desire
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these are our formative years
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don't let them say the devil
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slaked his raging thirst
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on our filthy tears
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God's gone back to heaven
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he's deserted us
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but what the hell
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he never understood us anyway
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We simply may be evil
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I don't care if it's true
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we simply may be evil
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I don't care if it's true
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I'm going to try anything, try anything
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because I really want you
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I've got to have everything, have everything
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because I really really need to
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God's gone back to heaven
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he's deserted us
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but what the hell
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he never understood us anyway
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Luxuria
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| Luxuria |
