It’s the night life
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That gets them off
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So desperately they wait for
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The excuse of love
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We live like vampires
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And we, we, we love like killers
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We all die like infants
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And we trust like mirrors
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It’s the smoke and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings
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It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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It’s the love of guilt that forms the habit
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Of being dramatically overdramatic
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We live like vampires
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And we, we, we love like killers
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We all die like infants
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And we trust like mirrors
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It’s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
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It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
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It’s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
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(It's a desperate place for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes)
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It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
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(It's a desperate place for desperate... and they sing)
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
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In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane
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The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
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In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
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Slow Suicide
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| JamisonParker |
