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 He's always got a new kill he comes back for more He's a matador He's always got a new kill he comes back for more He's a matador They worship and adore; he's out for blood He was the chosen son he was the chosen one The pitiful disease has just be

Tell me what I'm waiting for just signal if I'm getting warm is there really something more that I am after? Tell me what I'm searching for don't lead me to another door that opens to a perfect world, but not for me on my idle mind my idle mind my id

You're never counting the days or nights by the minute When every day is a holiday. Put on your sunday best and your high-heeled boots. Come on by; the door's always open. You can smoke in any room. Oh, the ever-rejoicing But is it a bad idea? Keep y