We are liars we are thieves
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Scheming dildos dressed like Keef
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Dealing tragedy and false beliefs
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We are liars we are thieves
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We¡¯re the dark street at two am
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The creeping fears yeah we are them
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So put your face on you ball of phlegm
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We¡¯re the dark street at two am
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Turn the heat up on my soul
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Turn it up cause I¡¯m feeling so cold
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Slow night in a desolate city
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And it hits like a slap in the face
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We¡¯re the dark horse this is the race
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Slow night in a desolate city
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We are lions in a cage
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Pet tigers fueled on rage
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We¡¯re the moonlight we¡¯re the clouds
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We are losers, we are proud
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We are magic we are class
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A hand with knuckles made of brass
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We are good times, turned bad
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We are the action you never had
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Turn the heat up on my soul
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Turn it up cause I¡¯m feeling so cold
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Slow night in a desolate city
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And it hits like a slap in the face
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We¡¯re the dark horse this is the race
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Slow night in a desolate city
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(break)
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We are the sunlight we are the storm
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We¡¯re the idea and the form
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We are loving we are rape
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We are magic caught on tape
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We are splinters from a glass
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We¡¯re the greatest we suck ass
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We¡¯re united and torn apart
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We are the ending - and the start
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So turn the heat up cause I¡¯m feeling so cold
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Turn it up till it burns my soul
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Turn the heat up on my soul
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Turn it up cause I¡¯m feeling so cold
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Slow night in a desolate city
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And it hits me like a slap in the face
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You¡¯re the dark horse I am the race
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Slow night in a desolate city
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Slow night Slow night Slow night in a desolate city ...
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Desolate City
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Gluecifer |