| I’ve got this madman in my mind, this prolific designer
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| And he’s working overtime, and he gets all wired up
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| Higher and higher as we fly
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| We’re Poets of the Fall
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| Perfect, near fatal headlong dive
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| A blueprint for life, blueprint your life
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| Aggressively primal cultural high
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| This mental Versailles is much grander than the lies
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| You tell yourself to get through the night
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| Sentenced to drama for life
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| He tears a stampede through my head, wild and horny
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| Just one chance to kill it dead, but I will embrace it
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| Into the darkness, on we ride
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| To gamble is all
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| Perfect, near fatal headlong dive
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| A blueprint for life, blueprint your life
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| Aggressively primal cultural high
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| This mental Versailles is much grander than the lies
|
| You tell yourself to get through the night
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| Sentenced to drama for life
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| If all the isms and doctrines of life were a gentle breeze
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| Instead of that usual judgmental freeze
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| Would we all be as easily shanghaied to their cause
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| As now we seem to object to every clause
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| And would we have that unerring nerve
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| To go after our deepest desires with a similar verve
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| Who would it serve?
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| Perfect, near fatal headlong dive
|
| A blueprint for life, blueprint your life
|
| Aggressively primal cultural high
|
| This mental Versailles is much grander than the lies
|
| You tell yourself to get through the night
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| Sentenced to drama for life |