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No Sleep Till Brooklyn
Sugar never tasted so good
Dreams of you still wash ashore
A cold blade across your eyes
There are holes in the sky
We're the animals
Point me to the sky above
Cinnamin Sugar and softly spoken lies
Until she did a dance i never saw before
A dreamer of pictures
See my shadow changing
Black and White Film
Bitter Cold Within
Norma Jean Beauty Queen
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No Sleep Till Brooklyn
Projekt Raw
