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My heart is black, and my lips are cold. Cities on flame with rock and roll. Three thousand guitars they seem to cry. My ears will melt, and then my eyes. . Oh, let the girl, let that girl, rock
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He cast a grim shadow. Through the busy street. Said, he was a junkie. And he punctuated his walk with a gun Motiveless murder. The papers scream. The cops all said. The crowd was iced by the si
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Sometimes it feels like you can't get enough. My buddies and me keep looking for the stuff. To make us feel the blood rushing through our veins. Just to keep on living is bound to be a strain We're
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Harvester of eyes, that's me. And I see all there is to see. When I look inside your head. Right up front to the back of your skull Well, that's my sign that you are dead. And my list for you chec
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In a dark horse town, in the middle of the West. Where Friday takes so long to arrive. Johnny wakes up dreaming, turn's on the radio Then he jumps up plays his guitar in the mirror. Starts his day
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Well I've opened up my veins too many times. And the poison's in my heart and in my mind. Poison's in my bloodstream, poison's in my pride. I'm after rebellion, I'll settle for lies Is it any wonde
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Too wild to care, you got animal stare. You can't stay anywhere in your eyes. Think you're leadin' me on but you can be anyone. 'Cause I know you'll be gone 'fore I rise An' we're goin' through the
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Riding the underground, swimmin' in sweat. A rumble above and below, hey, cop don't you know?. The heats on alright. The hot summer day didn't quit for the night 1277 express to heaven. Speeding a
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Blood of bat, tail of newt. Wing of metal, bone of steel. Vial of health, flask of pain. Staff of life or poison rain If he really thinks we're the devil. Then let's send him to hell Fast food, fa
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Goering's on the phone from Freiburg. Says Willie's done quite a job. Hitler's on the phone from Berlin. Says, "I'm gonna make you a star" My Captain Von Ondine is your next patrol. A flight of En
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Harvester of eyes, that's me. And I see all there is to see. When I look inside your head. Right up front to the back of your skull. . Well that's my sign that you are dead. My list for you chec
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Harvester of eyes, that's me. And I see all there is to see. When I look inside your head. Right up front to the back of your skull Well, that's my sign that you are dead. And my list for you chec
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