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You wandered in there, you wanted it there You wanted it in there, every night you took the air Gasping for anything - There sits the Boston Strangler Calling all cars! The palace has a moss problem It glows in the dawn... light... Goes wherever you go, sewn into your hem It's me vs. them... First us versus not a goddamn thing Then The Blind Bitch vs. The Clucking Hen In a ring, around the razor's edge... "Kinda dark in here," she says... "Kinda dark in here," she says... "Kinda dark in here," she says... From Letras Mania