Oh, Captain of my industry
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Oh, cigarettes and company
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I'm never where I want to be:
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The dirty, dirty ground
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Oh, Halloween! The blood you drew
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You carved a space to climb into
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And like a lantern, like a pyre
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I burn, I burn with holy fire
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I talk when I don't have to
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And I hope it doesn't matter
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'Cause we know what we know
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And I don't know how you do it
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But I change and you see to it
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That we ain't got no show
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And all I could see in the ink of the dark
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Was your cigarette, breathing like beating heart
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I fold mine in, like origami
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It might look pretty, but you do not know me
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I talk when I don't have to
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And I hope it doesn't matter
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'Cause we know what we know
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And I don't know how you do it
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But I change and you see to it
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That we ain't got no show
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Oh, Halloween! Oh, jealous star
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Are you who you say you are?
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I thought you would have found me out by now
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Oh, Halloween! The blood you drew
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You carved a space to climb into
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I don't know what I should have seen
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Oh, not since Halloween
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Oh, not since Halloween
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No, not since Halloween
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No, not since Halloween
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Halloween
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Halloween
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Halloween
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