Boy, you've been staring some...
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consumed in the science of the dark."
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I was following the light
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from the crimson ghost on your arm.
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She said "There must be someone sitting at home
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waiting for you miserably."
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Well there's not,
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but there was.
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She was always down on me.
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I used to think it was gravity...
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now I'm pretty sure it's self-esteem.
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It still doesn't bother me.
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Entirely in the silence of the dark
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she said, "I don't even think that
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Danzig is that cool anymore..."
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So there she stood half naked
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but not the half that gets men dreaming.
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And she talked about love
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and the current state of the scene:
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"I heard it's not as good as it used to be.
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But we can always smoke out the room and see
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how many shapes can we twist in the fog...
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Let's stay up late talking about God
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and those we've loved before
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until we pass out and dream about war
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When The Women Come Out To Dance
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| Crime In Stereo |
