Streetlights flicker on, as they take on the sun
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Like counterfeit stars
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Watch them come
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Watch them come
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The pacified hate's full-speed away
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A company in the arms of a decorative grave
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No tears, no fears - you'll always remain here
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The power out there seems to keep you in
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Lost your blood to adrenaline
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The flesh is weak and the dream is within
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And in the plastic room
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Seven little honey girls sitting in a row
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Pratise for the imperial pillow
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Like sweet little strawberries eaten from a bowl
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Bite, lipstick red
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In a candy store sold
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And in the bed I stared - do you hear destiny?
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Girl, animal scream
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Nightmarey shade, strawberry tile
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Drinking for hours alone
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Kill memory, watch it die
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Pornographic, dead, fucking ripped and bloody
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Shredded steaming mess
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Kill the memories, watch them die
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Lullaby, your mother's once son
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Yours is the kind 's born to die young
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And on the boulevard, seven little honey girls
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Sitting in a row
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Manicled to the imperial pillow
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And if I came up there to Strawberry Street
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It said that I held the key
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Would you do as I told you?
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Would you give it up to me, automatically?
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Strawberry, strawberry....what you gonna do for me?
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Strawberry Street
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| Jeff Buckley |
