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    When you fall asleep in the evening, sans fear for the rigid darkness
    You go horseback riding through your dreams right to the meadows of esteem
    When the hunger sweeps the night
    In another red wine blight
    All my grief (and all the believes that I never had
    And the liberty of not even giving a fuck,
    The collusion between yours truly and the quill and the drink
    Will be the main subject in my autobiography)
    Wake up to the sight of damaged skin
    You feel the sting of my knives,
    It takes you way beyond the twilight skies
    I'll make your head spin baby,
    You'll be there in the blink of an eye
    I'll make your head spin baby
    You'll be:
    Dead-dead! Dead-dead!
    You'll be there in the blink of an eye
    Make a final wish; you'll be there in a swish
    Your sweet, sweet heart leaves such a cute little stain
    I know it hurts, hurts, hurts, when we're drained of life
    It's the sweet deal, the greatest high, the sovereign vain, champagne!
    I'm all wired, wrapped up in cellophane
    You woke up to the sight of damaged skin
    You felt the sting of my knives,
    I took you way beyond the twilight skies
    I made your head spin baby,
    You were dead in the blink of an eye
    Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye
    Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead in the blink of an eye
    I woke up to the sight of my damaged skin
    I felt the sting of your knives,
    You took me way beyond the twilight skies
    You made my head spin fucker,
    I was dead in the blink of an eye
    Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye
    Dead-dead, dead-dead, you were dead in the blink of an eye

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