Spikes in the full moon
Magnetic charm of passion
Playing in darkness forever
Not enough coffee in heaven
Listen for the cries of hope
Drinking nine bottles of wine
Fourteenth Street isn't the same
You'd rather exploit some artists
Walking down a fashion runway
Smoking hot on a ripe Saturday
Plastic electricity in my veins
Elastic eccentricity in my brains
However it works you must confess
For the click to tick a different story
Drive inside with your top down now
We didn't let the cool kids win the war
You must find me in this strange labyrinth
Walking amongst aliens in a forbidden city
The new style dictates that we must relax
He won't return your phone calls anyway
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