Calling cards of madness
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Pull the brass men from their knees
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To petrify more images to dangle just outside the reach
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Of the stunted and the dreamless ones who have nothing left to keep
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For frozen dawns or nights as cold as these have been
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Don't ask for explanations
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There's nothing left you'd understand
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You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned
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We read the latest venereal journals
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Flicked through some catalogues of fear
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You tore some more pages from your old lovers hearts
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Then we engineered a wild reunion in a Berlin alleyway
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While your New York fuehrer (?) tore our universe apart
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(Chorus)
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Break my legs politely
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I'll spit my gold teeth out at you
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Your sores are almost big enough to step right inside now
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I'll send you truckloads of flowers from all the worlds that you stole from me
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I'll spin a coin in the madhouse while I watch you drowning
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(Chorus)
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The wild, the beautiful and the damned
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(Repeat and fade)
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Wild, the Beautiful and The Damned
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