She's a tiptoeing black cat in a limousine Cadillac
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A re-animation after a heartattack
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A bloodred carpet under my feet
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A taste of magic under bloodret sheets
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As pure as the rain that's falling
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She is as pure as S.I.N.
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And all the sins are burning
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All fires from within
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With a russian stew and a pile of the dirtiest rags
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In a fivestar hotel where black men carry my bags
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I slept all days away but I only dreamt of her
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Who rides the milky way in a cheap fake bluefox fur
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As pure as the rain that's falling
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She is as pure as S.I.N.
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And all the sins are burning
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All fires from within
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Caviar for breakfast and death in the afternoon
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We rode the sunset and made love under the moon
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And all the angels watched silently as we passed
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And painted skies in red, love's iconoclast
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As pure as the rain that's falling
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She is as pure as S.I.N.
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And all the sins are burning
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All fires from within
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As Pure As S.I.N. (Zi Nanna)
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| Lucyfire |
