There's no sense in talking music, no Talking of sex can be I mean, the abstraction of confusing, that's all The of sex is more fun
And the road that will lead you to both of Is for the races and wrecks But there's less of a mystery in If we get some directions from sex
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Well, at first you say you'll do it for love But you do it with friends, right As as you do it for money Right there's where the ends
How will you navigate between and worse With these numbers of people to count? The pop are just cutting notches For the number of units you
spirit gets lost in accounting The counting takes its You yourself craving more numbers It's the sex-drug of and roll
And it leads you to strange Like image, marketing Just trying to get them to like you, that's you think How could that be such a
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Well, what do you want them to you for? See That's the question to ask, the question Would it help you if everyone your face If face were only a mask?
And why do you want to like you? What change are you trying to Or do you lust after just attention Do you want them to come when you
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What you to do? What you tryin' to do? Capture beauty So that you feel loved for an hour? Is it the of being attractive, no
It is the attraction of power? See, sex and music are much the We with hearts and skin And what you are going to get out of them Is just you put in
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