You got your H.P. Lovecraft
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Your Edgar Allan Poe
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You got your unkind of ravens
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And your murder of crows
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Catty eyelashes and your Dracula cape
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Been flashing triple
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A passes at the cemetery gates
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'Cause you're so dark, babe
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But I want you hard
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You're so dark, baby
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You're so dark
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You're so dark
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You're so dark
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And you're so mysterious
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Got that obsession with death
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I saw you driving your Prius
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And even that was Munster Koach-esque
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You watch Italian horror and you listen to the scores
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Leather-clad and spiked collar
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I want you down on all fours
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'Cause you're so dark, babe
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But I want you hard
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You're so dark, baby
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I know you're nothing like mine
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'Cause she's walking on sunshine
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And your love would tear us apart
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And I know I'm not your type
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'Cause I don't shun the daylight
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But baby I'm willing to start
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You're so dark
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You got your H.P. Lovecraft
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Your Edgar Allan Poe
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You got your unkind of ravens
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And your murder of crows
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You're so dark, babe
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But I want you hard
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you're so dark, baby
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But I want you hard
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you're so dark, oh
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But I want you hard
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you're so dark, baby
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But I want you hard
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You're So Dark
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| Arctic Monkeys |
