Candy cane walks down To build a bonfire, to break my fall My baby, my sweet thing Just maybe we could lose ourselves this time King of the horseflies, dark prince of death His tragic forces are heaven sent In sweet things, in a lovers breath In knowing this was meant to be the last A go-go-kids, a go-go-style A suck suck kiss, a suck suck smile As always, in young need A veiled promise to never die On dead highways, her black beauties roam For june angels, so far from home For a love lost, a faded picture To tread lightning, to ink the lavender skies So get on the bomb Get back where you belong
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