Storm picks up valuable things
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Places mirrors at my feet
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A wardrobe filled with blood
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And nasty lies to repeat
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Well let me give you something
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'Cause everything's for free
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Yeah let me give you something
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Before you take it from me
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With a magic finger
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I'll smooth the lines on your face
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And no bad feelings linger
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But your disgust and my disgrace
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You wanna get excited
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So I'll push you too far
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You wanna get excited
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That's just too bad
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Here they come
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They've got shotguns and transparent skin
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And they will stand around like rain
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And they all want in
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So come on in, you're welcome in
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Storm picks up valuable things
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Places mirrors at my feet
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A wardrobe filled with blood
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And nasty lies to repeat
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You wanna get excited
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So I'll push you too far
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You wanna get excited
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That's just too bad
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Here they come
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They've got shotguns and transparent skin
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And they will stand around like rain
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And they all want in
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So come on in, you're welcome in
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Here they come
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Tell me how you know my name
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Clouds
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American Music Club |