Run around the chairs in your sunday dress
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It's the best thing money can buy
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or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air
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I think that I'm Jazzy like Christ
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one more cigarette and the car burns slow
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burning like the body Waiting at home
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throw out your teeth and call all your friends
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someone coughing took away my breath
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inches of glass all shiny and new screaming laughing-
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fucks me to death one more boy full of writing white mice
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rolls over again in a london disguise
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the blood bath woman in room number one
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sex-eye-make-up tonight she just woke up today to do as she's told
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do you want to touch her?
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Sex-eye-make-up
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The Cure |