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You come out at night, thats when the energy comes and the dark sides light and the vampires roam.. you strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.. and a cross from a faith that died before jesus came.. your building a mystery.. you live in a church.. where you sleep with voodoo dolls and you wont give up the search... for the ghost in the halls.. you wear sandles in the snow and a smile that wont wash away.. can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way... Your so beautiful, with an edge and a charm.. and so careful when i'm in your arms.. cause your working.. building a mystery.. holding on and holding in.. yeah your working.. building a mystery.. and choosing so carefully.. you woke up screaming aloud.. a prayer from your secret god you feed of our fears and hold back your tears.. you give us a tantrum and a know-it-all grin.. just when we need one when the evenings thin.. your a beautful, a beautiful fucked up man.. your setting up your razor wire shrie.. cause your working.. building a mystery.. holding on and holding in.. yeah your working.. building a mystery.. and choosing so carefully...... ooh your working... building a mystery.. holding on and holding in.. yeah your working.. building a mystery.. and choosing so carefully.. yeah your working.. building a mystery.. holding on and holding in.. yeah your working.. building a mystery.. and choosing so.. carefully.. your building a mystery..
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