M. Hutchence/The Heads
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They came from the second city
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Where the screams came unattached
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Addiction was the latest style
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In the faces they could not match
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There was a blue beat playing
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On the radio left behind
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And a man selling lies as truth
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Like a king who was loved too much
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They made a mess of your only child
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Her innocence was not lost
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While the judge and jury took their dime
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They counted the miles and laughed
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Make way for the way we are
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The fever still burns though the king is gone
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Fever comes to the innocent
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It can make you mad and free
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But you never find a scrap of love
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If you don't wanna feel the heat
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A million flames are lickin'
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They lie like dogs at your feet
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Waitin' for the words of wisdom
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From the mouths of the bittersweet
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In the valley of indiscretion
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Where fear plays the piper's tune
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The heroes are the ones who tell the truth
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And break the rules with the courage of love
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Make way for the way we are
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Fever still burns though the king is gone
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Make way for the way we are
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The king is gone
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But the fever lives on.
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THE KING IS GONE
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| The Heads |
