Way too many dreams
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Get lost in silent screams
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How can you count the cost of a city
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Bursting at the seams
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With red lights, quiet sinners
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Killer cops, t.v. Dinners
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A wind of change for all the deadheads
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That need blowing away
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I blew you far away to have a dream
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And you came back to say it's out there
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Don't let it get away
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But still you're here with hours to kill
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You're murdered so many, you're serially ill
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You'll wait for another
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And you'll kill again
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Show me your skin
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I need to get in
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Why did you do it
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Was it just for fun
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To put me out the picture
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Or out of misery
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Was it a shock
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Was it a plea
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Was it a question, tell me
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Did you get any answers?
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Show me your skin
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I need to get in
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Have you seen what it's like
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To be really free
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Or is everything a mess
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Like it is inside
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Is it a test
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A russian roulette
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A gamble with life
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Or just a bet?
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Is it London town
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Is it n.y.c
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Is it anarchy
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Tell me did you get any answers?
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Show me your skin
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I need to get in
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Skin
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| EMF |
