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267 lines
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SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES: Tinderbox
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(Typed in by Lord Edward on August 22, 1986)
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CANDYMAN
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Sickly sweet, his poison seeks
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For the yound ones who don't understand
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The danger in his hands
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With a jaundiced wink see his cunning slink
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Oh trust in me my pretty one
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Come walk with me my helpless one
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Candyman
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Syrup lies upon your tongue
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GE Latine salive spills
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The flash of a guillotine a smile
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Candyman -- oh candyman
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No pity for him, their misery screams
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Unspeakable things
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A cool missile, yes it's in his smile
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With open arms to welcome you
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Beware the masked pretender
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He always lies, this candyman
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Those lips conspire in treachery
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To strike in cloak and dagger, see!
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Candyman -- oh candyman
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And all the children, he warns "Don't tell,"
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Those threats are sold
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With their guilt and shame they think they're to blame
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For candyman -- oh candyman
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THE SWEETEST CHILL
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Hearing you -- in my sleep
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Feeling you -- your cadence seeps
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Whispering in flashback -- the spectres of your memories
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Fall in glistening showers -- such a tender descent
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Intones this haunting lament
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The sweetest chill
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Fearing you -- but calling your name
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Icy breath -- encases my skin
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Fingers like a fountain of needles
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Shiver along my spine
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And rain down so divine
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The sweetest chill
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A drowning so sublime -- spins in a heavenly climb
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Calling you -- tears thaw my sleep
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Wanting you -- this hoary web is weaved
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From this strange confusion
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Grows a perverse communication
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It enthralls me and coils me around
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The sweetest chill
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Enchantment ebbs and whirls -- the sweetest chill
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Enchantment ebbs and whirls -- oh the thrill
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The sweetest chill
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THIS UNREST
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This unrest beats out my breath
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Disconnected thoughts jangle in a mess
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This unrest crucifies my chest
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Without anaesthetic it cuts
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Through tumorous flesh
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This unrest beats out my breath.......
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This unrest beats in my chest
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Discordant limbs watch unimpressed
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At the aimless walk the mindless talk
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The pictures leap out and dance for me
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They laugh at me
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As your bitterness closes in
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You're feeling very old again
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Ah just to sleep, without these thoughts
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But the angels shout, resurrecting doubts
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Ah we meet again, my trusty friend
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Demanding new favours for old times sake
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Inside this captive frame
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Come and claim your liberty
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Metal and flesh will fuse today
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These visions jump out and blast my days
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Clean away.......
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CITIES IN DUST
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Water was running; children were running
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You were running out of time
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Under the mountain, a golden fountain
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Were you praying at the lares shrine?
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But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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We found you hiding -- we found you lying
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Choking on the dirt and sand
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Your former glories and all the stories
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Dragged and washed with eager hands
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But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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Hot and burning -- in your nostrils
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Pouring down your gaping mouth
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Your molten bodies -- blanket of cinders
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Caught in the throes.......
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And your city lies in dust
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CANNONS
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Troubled weather's on its way
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Tempests threaten us today
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There's no respite, from long dark nights
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Just the fantasy of spring
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From the hailstones of summer
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To a scorching winter land
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A frozen death sleep, then this heat
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Beats down on this buckled land
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Flames lick closer to the core
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From city limits fireball
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And in a headless chicken run
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Race red and screaming fire engines
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The the cannons came
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'Neath the brooding sky
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Beneath its baleful eye
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The cannon shot, the cannon crack
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Disturbing night dreams
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People fled in droves
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To the lakes and to the shores
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Left behind a near ghost town
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Save the life of the cannons resounding
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Still there was no rain
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Once more in the line of fire
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Hovers the preying sky
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The cannons aim jabs at the eye
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Heralding the rain.....
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PARTY'S FALL
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Your parties fall around you
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Another night beckons to you
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Your parties fall around you
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Another night beckons to you
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Shadows loom as you resist the gloom
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Faded hues issue forth and bloom
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A bed of leaves for a lover
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Awake with a kiss and rise asunder
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And when the party's over
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You retreat in a realm of slumber
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In your mind, crystal lights rebound
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Wheels spin round and you hear the sound
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Of autumn's call at party's fall
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Through rose-tinted glass you still remember
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The gladness, not sadness, only laughter
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In your mind vicious lights rebound
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Wheels spin round and you hear the sound
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Of autumn's call at party's fall
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The smile in the mirror grows weaker
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The laughter you heard is growing fainter
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Your parties fall around you
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The night forgets to rouse you
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Your party's fall astounds you
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An aura of sadness abounds you
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Glad rags sigh
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Maybe you're alone inside, don't hide
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Hurting all the time, hurting deep inside, don't cry
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My happiness depends on knowing this friend is never alone
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On your own
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A party on our own
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We'll have a party all our own inside
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No sighs
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92 DEGREES
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The day drags by like a wounded animal
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The approaching disease, 92 degrees
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The blood in our veins and the brains in our head
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The approaching unease, 92 degrees
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Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too
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But too late for the loved ones and nearly for you.....
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Shaky lines -- on the horizon
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Snakey thoughts -- invade each person
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Watch the red line -- creeping upwards
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Watch the sanity line weaken
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The volcanic depths of Hades' ocean
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Bubble under, these crazed eruptions
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It wriggles and wrythes and bites within,
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Just below the sweating skin
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I wondered when this would happen again
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Now I watch the red line, reach that number again
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The blood in our veins and the brains in our head......
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Drink the water with jagged glass
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Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth
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Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees
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Shaky lines -- on the horizon
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Snakey thoughts -- invade each person
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Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees
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LANDS END
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Come take this hand at twilight's door
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I'll meet you there, we'll share the moonlit floor
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Through the driving rain, colours run in veins
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Ozone fills the air, two figures disappear
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Come let's take flight, let's quit this scene tonight
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Whilst they sleep on endless, in their wrecked designs
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Sleep on endless in your wrecked designs
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Moths touched by flame repeat their fatal game
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Forever and eternally, the cliffs around the crashing sea
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Unsolved and endless, wait for me
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Undulating far below, where lucid waters flow
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Their faces seem to know........
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Where the land falls to an end
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This hidden tale begins
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Take a walk with me, down by the sea
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Take a walk with me
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Down by the sea
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