Once the feeling comes-
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you play the part-
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and break their hearts
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until you feel alive
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Scratch thru the ceiling-
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you love...
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to have your fun behind the gun
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until the fever dies
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And-
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There's something at work here-
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There's something at work here-
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There's something at work here-
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Dark circles around your body
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Soon you'll be stealing from-
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the odds and ends who once
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were friends, but now you
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demonize
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Back to the meaning of-
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the way you are-
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you crash the car-
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to make the fever rise
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And-
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There's something at work here-
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There's something at work here-
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There's something at work here-
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Chalk circles all around your body
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Shiftless inside
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your guile-
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will lay the card that tears apart-
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what used to be your life
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Slips your aching heart-
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and once again-
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Without, within
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will come to be invited
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Be Invited
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| The Twilight Singers |
