Hold on to your genre, your genre's got a hold on you.
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Hold on to your hair-do, it's the only thing to hold onto.
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Hold on to your genre, your genre's got a hold on you.
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Get up on the vapor, 'cause the solid's tough to hold onto.
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There's a promise in the back room. See it written in the bathroom.
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You tell a little lie and then you
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try to get us in your bedroom.
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You see our little lives and then you
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try to drag you to your death tomb.
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I've been checking the seams of your red velvet blazer.
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Now I'm haunted by dreams of the things I've found hid there:
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All the rabbits you've vanished,
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All the cards that you've killed,
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All the dawns that you've banished
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with too many pills.
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Together forever,
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the pity, the pleasure,
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the privilege, the pressure,
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the arteries we sever.
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The stillness it chills us
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it's chills that we crave.
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The stillness will fill us when we fill in our graves.
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I never wanted something
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like nothing half this much.
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I'd gladly trade my state
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for nullity and such.
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For once to stop this buzzing
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and the lights inside my head.
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Can I please have truly nothing,
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once before I'm dead?
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There's a promise in the back room. See it written in the bathroom.
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You tell a little lie and then you
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try to get us in your bedroom.
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You see our little lives and then you
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try to drag us to your death tomb.
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I've been checking the seams of your red velvet blazer.
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And I'm seeing the lines of your will and your wish list:
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And you wish you were nothing,
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and you wish you were cold,
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and you wish day's meant something
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so you'd stop getting old.
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Back in the day you loved the night,
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and you would feast with great delight.
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A walnut coffin lined in silk,
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and the daughters blood was mother's milk.
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But now with fangs red as dusk,
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a wet mouth in a dried up husk,
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you try to make me one of "us."
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Are you sick of being pretty?
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Are you sick of being cool?
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Are you alive beneath your makeup?
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Or just an un-dead ghoul?
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Hold On To Your Genre
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Les Savy Fav |