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| it's like there's a door or something (locked) you in your scarlet coat laughing at the smoky phoney elegance of that blue-lit bar cocaine and whores in the washroom the heels of your boots clicking on cold stone a fish-white moon 2 silhouettes run before us 1000 nights later you in your scarlet coat and the heels of your boots clicking on cold stone (no way back) |  |
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