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He wasn't much for public lifeHe hadn't seen the strip in yearsOn some forgotten slot machinesHis name and image still appearsPeople's interest never seemed to waneTabloids fuelled the fire that was his fameHe couldn't leave his home at nightWithout the headlines chasing himThey gave him credit for the trendsHe couldn't be less interestedImprisoned by the legacy he builtHis love of life that bloomed would finally wiltVenom pays for avoid the raysfor the next season's blackest capeshis name inspired a slew of fashion crazeA fresh demand for the filthy bland And the wings with impressive spansWith the reins will set the bar where it would stayWe thing he was wrong about the moonbeams(you're making it up, you're making it up)You count the leagues, but not the farm teams(you're making it up, you're making it up)Letras de cancionesTrue to his word he made us older(you're making it up, you're making it up)And brought the hemlines up and over(you're making it up, you're making it aaahhh)You may not believe me, but I think you're in denialDracula dreams of tiger styleHe promised to fight to free the undead(you're making it up, you're making it up)And gave the Raiders' captain street cred(you're making it up, you're making it up)The pregnant seers don't mean surrender(you're making it up, you're making it up)He wrote a song you might remember(you're making it up, you're making it aaahhh)You may not believe me, but I think you're in denialDracula dreams of tiger styleOoooooooI'm tired of rumours startingI'm sick of being followedI'm tired of people lyingSaying what they want about meWhy can't they back up off me?Why can't they let me live?I'm gonna do things my wayTake this for what it is yeahI'm tired of rumours startingI'm sick of being followedI'm tired of people lyingSaying what they want about meWhy can't they back up off me?Why can't they let me live?I'm gonna do things my wayTake this for what it is yeahWe're sick of the looks long forgotten(you're making it up, you're making it aaahhh)And forties films with Joesph Cotten(you're making it up, you're making it aaahhh)Disappoint his fans and paint the targets(you're making it up, you're making it aaahhh)Found miracles in supermarkets(you're making it up, you're making it aaahhh)You may not believe me, but I think you're in denialDracula dreams of tiger styleYou may not believe me, but I think you're in denialDracula dreams of tiger styleSit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the count)Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat(we're taking advice from the ahhhhhh)You may not believe me, but I think you're in denialDracula dreams of tiger styleDaft punkish beats explained half empty seats, butterscotch on the sheets(sugar-stained ooooo)The comfort that's crept to the cracks and the cleft, til the falls all that's left(sugar-stained ooooostreet lights may shine)The steeper stairs you can climb(street lights may shine)The steeper stairs you can climbThe capes may retire, to the flames we admire, for the love kings inspire(sugar-stained ooooo)Despite flames that burst, through the bridge and verse, we don't count ourselves cursed(sugar-stained ooooostreet lights may shine)The steeper stairs you can climb(street lights may shine)The steeper stairs you can climbRock of ages played the bandHe never turned, we understandA silent crowd at Randolph's gatesMarie Celeste with beechwood waitsA haunted castle's payphone ringsThe distant voice of Bela singsWe always thought you'd live foreverBut every scene, it needs its centre From Letras Mania