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Past fumes will burn us in our bedrooms (x10) I'll invite truth of lust and hair The teachings never turned out right Crash land down on a mission (now) the teachings never turned out right I will give you my eye The teachings never turned out right Well we, we come, down from... Men from the boys, boys from the men (x4) Out of the factory Out on a hospital bed The city needs my friend The city loves you From Letras Mania