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By The Cult, Wait a minute my friend
Don't pass me up for dead
As
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By The Cult, Emperor's new horse
Take five
You're the emperor's new horse
You don't smell
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By The Cult, You're a righteous child, got a tear tattooed on your
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By The Cult, Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren
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By The Cult, I look inside your black heaven
I see your naked altar
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By The Cult, Ooh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, well, well, well
Stick it in your
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By The Cult, Owe, owe, owe
Sittin' on a mountain, looking at the sun
Plastic
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By The Cult, Ashes And Ghosts
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By The Cult, Yeah
Ooh now baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Hey there people, have
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By The Cult, Bad fun sister, time to go
Life's too short, on with
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By The Cult, It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
It's
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By The Cult, Black night baby
Past the midnight hour, yeah
All around me, all
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By The Cult, To be free
Like the birds and the bees, yeah
To be
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By The Cult, Drag me back
And drag you back
And drag you back
Drag you
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By The Cult, A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years and
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By The Cult, Don't you hit that defenseless child
What gives you that empty
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By The Cult, Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
And
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By The Cult, I don't want to be myself
I just want to run
You
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By The Cult, Embrace the wind with both arms
Stop the clouds dead in
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By The Cult, The wild wide eye with her painted wing
She crushed the
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By The Cult, It's a ceremony
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a ceremony
Oil and
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By The Cult, You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl
I despise
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By The Cult, Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Oh the dream, dreamtime
I will have my
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By The Cult, Well alright
Earth mother for you
I see the world all drippin'
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By The Cult, Always said you were a youthquaker, Edie
A stormy little world
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By The Cult, Oh yeah
Ah-ah
Oh yeah
Standin' at the shore
A hurricane calls my name
Beyond
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By The Cult, Fire woman, yeah
Shake, shake, shake, shake it, yeah
Wound up, can't
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By The Cult, Ooh yeah, yeah-yeah
Gunfire ricochet off my halo
My head is buzzin'
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By The Cult, There's a whisper in the wires- no love
Of a black
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By The Cult, Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands
And
