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And at the globe a flame
Pace myself
Started over in Mexico
These fans, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suitehearts
And let December glow in flames
Erase myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now
And let hemoglobin in chains
And let December glow in flames
I don't care if you write it in the stars
I don't care if you write it out in stone
I ride this train but I need a conversation.
Mozambique was it? They're unique about it.
You pick the suject and I'll listen to you.
I ride this train but I need a conversation.
Mozambique or was it Veronique?
How about you pick the subject and I'll listen to you.
I'm getting tired of being hit
I'm getting tired of this s**t
If you were doused in lime, I don't care, I don't care.
If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, I don't care.
In a boring attic, I spoke came Victoria
(Later)
It looks good to me
In a borealic iceberg came Victoria
(Later)
And not the goods for me
Let shimmer glow in flames
Earn myself and let go
Started over again in Mexico ...
Take a chance, let your body be on top of it
I'm not a chance, put a headway in your passport
Breath, like another cigarette
Pull shop on trading marks
And let December glow in flames
Erase myself and let go, start it over again in Mexico ...
Oh take a chance, let your body get a tolerance
I'm not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette
Pawn shop heart trading up
Let the guitar scream like a fast chance
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Let the guitar scream like a fast s***
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Let the guitar scream like a fat s***
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Then you take my hat, finish my drink
Seashell we dance
Then you take my hand, finish my drink
Say shall we dance
Trying supper, we can hear ourselves
Crazy lips, I'd rather kiss my back
Trying to talk, but we can't hear ourselves
Read your lips, I'd rather kiss them right back
Wondering it f***s nigger out the back
Wondering if I could sneak out the back,