They call you ecstasy
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nothing ever sticks to you
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Not velcro, not scotch tape
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not my arms dipped in glue
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Not if I wrap myself in nylon
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a piece of duct tape down my back
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Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
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and I can't get you back
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Ah, ecstasy
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ecstasy
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Ah, ecstasy
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Across the streets an old Ford, they took off its wheels
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the engine is gone
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In its seat sits a box
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with a note that says, Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot
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I see a child through a window with a bib
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and I think of us and what we almost did
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The Hudson rocketing with light
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the ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night
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They call it ecstasy, ah
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ecstasy
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Ecstasy, ah
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ecstasy
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Some men call me St. Ivory
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some call me St. Maurice
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I'm smooth as alabaster
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with white veins runnin' through my cheeks
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A big stud through my eyebrow
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a scar on my arm that says, Domain
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I put it over the tattoo
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that contained your name
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They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
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ecstasy
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They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
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ecstasy
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The moon passing through a cloud
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a body facing up is floating towards a crowd
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And I think of a time and what I couldn't do
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I couldn't hold you close, I couldn't, I couldn't become you
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They call you ecstasy, I can't hold you down
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I can't hold you up
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I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
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no engine, no hood
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I'm going to the cafe, I hope they've got music
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and I hope that they can play
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But if we have to part
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I'll have a new scar right over my heart
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I'll call it ecstasy
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Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
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ecstasy
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Ecstasy, ecstasy
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ecstasy
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Ectasy
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| Lou Reed |
