The city lights are beckoning
Their sirens softly call
All the fantasists and fetishist
Are preparing for their ball
We've been stuck here on the doorstep
With nothing to forsake
But we might as well be anyone's to take
So I give myself to strangers
Like I gave myself to you
The tenderness I felt has been replaced
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