| Hold on to your genre
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| Your genre’s got a hold on you
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| Hold on to your hairdo
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| It’s the only thing to hold onto
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| Hold on to your genre
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| Your genre’s got a hold on you
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| Get up on the vapor
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| 'Cause the solid’s tough to hold on to
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| There’s a promise in the back room
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| Read it written in the bathroom
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| You tell a little lie and then you
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| Try to get us in your bedroom
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| We live our little lives and then you
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| Try to drag us to your death tomb
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| I’ve been checking the seams
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| Of your red velvet blazer
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| Now I’m haunted by dreams
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| Of the things I’ve found hid there:
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| All the rabbits you’ve vanished
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| All the cards that you’ve killed
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| All the dawns that you’ve banished
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| With too many pills, pills, pills
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| Together, forever
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| The pity, the pleasure
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| The privilege, the pressure
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| The arteries we sever
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| The stillness, it chills us
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| It’s chills that we crave
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| The stillness will fill us when we fill in our graves
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| I never wanted something
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| Like nothing half this much
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| I’d gladly trade my state
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| For nullity and such
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| For once, to stop this buzzing
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| The lights inside my head
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| Can I please have truly nothing
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| Once before I’m dead?
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| There’s a promise in the back room
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| Read it written in the bathroom
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| You tell a little lie and then you
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| Try to get us in your bedroom
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| We live our little lives and then you
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| Try to drag us to your death tomb
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| I’ve been checking the seams
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| Of your red velvet blazer
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| And I’m seeing the lines
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| Of your will and your wish list:
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| And you wish you were nothing
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| And you wish you were cold
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| And you wish days meant something
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| So you’d stop getting old
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| Back in the day, you loved the night
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| And you would feast with great delight
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| A walnut coffin lined in silk
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| And daughter’s blood was mother’s milk
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| And now, with fangs rust red as dusk
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| A wet mouth in a dried up husk
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| You try to make me «one of us»
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| You try to make me «one of us»
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| Are you sick of being pretty?
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| Are you sick of being cool?
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| Are you alive beneath that makeup?
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| Or just an undead ghoul?
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| Are you sick of being pretty?
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| Are you sick of being cool?
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| Are you alive beneath the makeup?
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| Or just an undead ghoul?
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| Are you sick of being pretty?
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| Are you sick of being cool?
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| Are you alive beneath that makeup?
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| Or just an undead ghoul?
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| Are you sick of being pretty?
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| Are you sick of being cool?
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| Are you alive beneath the makeup?
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| Or just an undead ghoul, ghoul, ghoul? |