I called you on the telephone 'cause I was lonely
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I called you up just to hear you
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Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue
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Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin
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Seem to fade
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Looking and not wanting to come up to date
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Like a broken clock
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The hand is still
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Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears
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We don't fit anymore
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We don't fit anymore
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Not the same
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Not the same
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Not the same, same, same
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Ripped up in the shadows
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Over and over again
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I remember before as your mouth
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It touched my face
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Small hands grabbing me
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Trapped in my thoughts
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You repeating like a machine gun
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Phantasmagoria
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The times pelting me
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Pelting me
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Ripped up in the shadows
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Over and over again
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Over and over again
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Over and over again
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Olio
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| The Rapture |
