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join in again And oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Benzedrine Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Benzedrine Cross culture, camera courters, candy for

I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Through the playgrounds Through the fires You'll be saluting at the stars And I'll be holding your hand I'm

its pink veneer, hear the motorway soprano And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank The driver's side is hanging off and rusted And as for

with failure ?And twinkle little Stalin's hung his hat up on my nail you're ?Gonna wish you had of fought when your last breath comes ?Cos we never want for

tarmac Its closing time And the drunks Sing some stray lines of Bacharach Its too late now to even out the score As you drain the glass and raise your hand for

This girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain She's a ghost of the city, she's a body through the windscreen This girl is the snowfall where the

Could you say that again babe I've not heard that one before You're looking four years older You're looking for the door I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the

I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Through the playgrounds Through the fires You'll be saluting at the stars And I'll be holding your hand I'm

tarmac Its closing time And the drunks Sing some stray lines of Bacharach Its too late now to even out the score As you drain the glass and raise your hand for