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The motel
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David Bowie )
For we're living in a safety zone
Don't be holding back from me
We're living from hour to hour down here
And we'll take it when we can
It's a kind of living which recognizes
The death of the odourless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham
There is no hell
There is no shame
There is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell
And it's lights up, boys
Lights up boys
Explosion falls upon deaf ears
While we're swimming in a sea of sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex fashion for a simple man
And there is no hell
And there is no shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell
And the sirens flies on their's breif flight
The razor sharp rapture affair
And we light up our life
And there's no one that beeing exploating you
Re exploating you
Like everybody do
Re exploating you
And I don't know what to use
Makes somebody blue
Me exploating me exploating you
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