she's a door at the end of a dead end street
here comes rumours and lies
here comes my life of crime
and the traffic is stopped
when they turn up the town
and i've shut all the shades
it's like walking on glass
she sells you sweet dreams
it's like movies and trash
where there's always a girl
and the traffic is stopped
when they turn up the town
and i've shut all the shades
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