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Dead On The Dance Floor Through These Eyes

are all broken, cracked buildings expose their insides, just for tonight, slowly giving the secrets they hide. here i lay, so wide awake, what is outside? through these closed eyes

man with infinite potential the product of a ghetto bred capitalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes

- [JACK'S MOTHER] look at her. There are bugs on her dugs. There are flies in her eyes. There's a lump on her rump Big enough to be a hump- [JACK]

man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes

it. Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range; The grass was over grazed there, and spotted like some mange; The buffalo were dead there, the trees they all were through

Pipe down and swearing. Look, from here on, You'd say nothing wrong. Now try it again. [Roxie Hart] - I was born on... [Velma Kelly] - Come on... You

I've strolled across some dance floors Filled with girls all dressed in red Pulled my foot from my mouth answered back to things I've said Wandered through

involved My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on

follow or its Dead or alive you'll give up or survive these lungs weren't made for breathing And the lock on the door keeps your head to the floor as the flames dance