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Maybe I should have loved you.

Maybe I should have sworn

Not to be born of this wretched glove too soon,

 But a dragon needs room a dragon needs room a dragon needs room!

 To run, run, run, run...

I was a desert in love with extremes. You

married well, a gentle woman of means who

kept the word "Destroyer" embroidered on her jeans, too

I wore skins. I didn't care who survived.

 The band foretold trends from Spring of '85.

 They're calling it "The New Decay"...Hey, so am I.

Treacherous fop, don't be embarrassed

 For looking good at your table on the terrace

 That you call home. I'm sold!

Paris, London, Rome's too old for you...and your kind

Explosions want to see what they can find

 New ways of living...

 It's you and your kind:

 The New Ways of Living!

 It's you and your kind:

 The New Ways of Living!

 It's you and your kind:

 The New Ways of Living!

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