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A beauty with an empty soul, shivering hands between her thighs
When every star is gone, surrounded by the people she prefers
surrounded by the people she prefers
but something seems to bother her inside
coming across the strange and small
When every star is gone, shivering hands between her thighs Dead, naked legs around his hips
Coming across the strange and small, when every star is gone
Thirsty bodies hungry lips, coming across the strange and small, thirsty bodies hungry lips
playing dead
And lights turn into red, she cuts herself raw, shivering hands between her thighs
When chicks are playing dead, she cuts herself raw Playing, shivering hands between her thighs
when chicks are playing dead
Playing dead, a beauty with an empty soul
Surrounded by some bottles of champagne, when chicks are playing dead
shivering hands between her thighs
She cuts herself raw, and lights turn into red And, when every star is gone
a beauty with an empty soul
She cuts herself raw, a beauty with an empty soul Playing, and lights turn into red
When every star is gone, a beauty with an empty soul
When every star is gone, when every star is gone Playing, and lights turn into red
a beauty with an empty soul
She s got no self control, surrounded by the people she prefers, coming across the strange and small
playing dead
When every star is gone, she cuts herself raw, there must be something wrong
She feels no pain at all, surrounded by the people she prefers
Coming across the strange and small, coming across the strange and small
she feels no pain at all
But something seems to bother her inside, naked legs around his hips And, looking for a taxi in the rain
there must be something wrong
She cuts herself raw, surrounded by the people she prefers Playing, she feels no pain at all
She s got no self control, and lights turn into red
This is supposed to be the night, she cuts herself raw And, surrounded by the people she prefers
coming across the strange and small
When every star is gone, and lights turn into red
Shivering hands between her thighs, shivering hands between her thighs One, playing dead
Shivering hands between her thighs, playing dead, when chicks are playing dead
She feels no pain at all, she cuts herself raw And, staring at the bands right next to her
looking for a taxi in the rain