Six seven thirty wake up
I take off all my makeup
But I can feel there's something wrong
I swear I've seen this city
Your hands they look so pretty
I hope we feel it all night long
A tattoo that won't stop bleeding
Snake in your head I'm feeding
We won't be happy till it's gone
Skin tight it feels like leather
Red lights and stormy weather
I don't think we can go back home
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