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La letra de la cancion Image de Theatre Of Tragedy You act a pansy, pushover Do live your fancy, go lower Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover The call is mine Im gonna get you up Im wanna get on top (Repeat) On the skew, youre dancing all over You are the anti-fashion statement In a blue suit, orange pullover You look like my old dog Rover The call is mine Im gonna get you up Im wanna get on top (Repeat) Head crash - I cant see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street Ive learned to know the taste of concrete Why dont you follow me? Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why dont you follow me?
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