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YEmour knuckleDs whiten on the wheel
The last Cthing that your hands will fell
Your final flight can't be deBlayed
EmNo land just sky it's so sDerene
Your pink fat lips let go a sCcream
You fry and melt I love the sBcene
Sometimes GI fantDasize
When the strCeets are cold and lonely
And the cGars they burn below me
Don't these tGimes fill your eDyes
When the sCtreets are cold and lonely
And the cGars they burn bellow me
Are you alDone
Is anybody hEmome
EmDCB
(The same as the first verse)
I'M STANDING WARM AGAINST THE COLD
NOW THAT THE FLAMES
HAVE TAKEN HOLD
AT LEAST YOU LEFT YOUR LIFE IN STYLE
AND FOR AS FAR AS I CAN SEE
TIN TWISTED GRILLS GRIN BACK AT ME
BAD MONEY DIES I LOVE THE SCENE
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