(You can do it baby... you know you can do it baby)
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You were always the darkest childe
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Making all the grown ups sweat
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Driving both your parents to distraction
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With the sweetness in your head
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You?e the one who raped your superintendent
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On the rooftop tied his hands and feet to the fence
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You sucked his cock and fucked the man immobile
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You paid your daddy? rent
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You are the darkest childe
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You spread your angel wings
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And fly through the night into the dreams of ancient ruins
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And make them sing
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Lost lover shameless girl
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Bury me in your sultry curls
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I? in the wilderness alone
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Let me kiss you until the dawn
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Let me put your wilde things on
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I?e been howling in the fog so long
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You are the darkest childe
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You have a sacred duty to perform upon this blessed Earth
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You must cradle those thoughts of the lustful lonely
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Inside your wicked warmth
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And you must
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Get off
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You are the darkest childe
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And evil will never stop you
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And people will mock you and try
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To pop pop pop you into the market place where you cannot be bought
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Understood you will be missed
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There will be sadness
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For the darkest childe
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So long
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So long to the darkest childe
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Waiting in patient anguish
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For the scent of someone? wilderness
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To howl against the smog screen
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Of accolade smoothies
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Goose bump burgers and Christ-like fries
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How long can this world keep fucking itself up the ass
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Wonders never cease
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How long would it have to be
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Anyway
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Long enough to cause hysteria
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Wide enough to cause great pain
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I am in the wilderness alone
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Oh god
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Let me kiss you until the dawn
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Let me put your wilde things on
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I?e been howling in the fog so long
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The Darkest Childe
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
