Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
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In the House of ill Repute
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Is this the way I spend my days
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In recovery of a fatal disease?
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Oooh... Oooh...
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Oooh... Oooh...
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On a cloud of pink has turn to grey
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And I'm alone again, yeah
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Someone to hold against my own
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Alone, untouched is what I crave
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Oooh... Oooh...
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Oooh... Oooh...
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Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
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In the House of ill Repute
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Is this the place I search for love
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When my need is within me, a gift from above?
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Oooh... Oooh...
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Oooh... Oooh...
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Artificial Red
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| Mad Season |
