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ÒSugarlight, weÕre addictsÓWhy do you think we cameHeÕs pasting gold leaches(On my arm)We sharpen up our teethWhite sugarHe speaks FrenchMemorizing torsosHeÕs open throatedIn the cornerHands arrive at handsMy arm is tied off waitingTo burn it down (Sugarlight, sugarlight) (I canÕt believe) Swallowing one bulb after another In the (city of electric light) (Sugarlight, sugarlight) (I canÕt believe) Swallowing one bulb after another In the (city of electric light) (Sugarlight, sugarlight) (I canÕt believe) Swallowing one bulb after another In the (city of electric light) (Sugarlight, sugarlight) (I canÕt believe) Swallowing one bulb after another In the (city of electric light) |