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I heard through the grapevine The Gestapo are out tonight Weaving their tapestry Of violent sport and time So I duck into alleys ********* my talisman Praying for personal glory A reordering of the cosmos But all I get is an enigma Enigma with mystique I hear the chanteuse sing It makes the colors bleed through I heard through the grapevine The star police are out tonight Weaving their tapestry Of karmic sport and time So I duck into nightclubs ********* an eyeball glass Praying for personal triumph A reordering of the past But all I get is an enigma Enigma with mystique I hear the chanteuse sing It makes the colors bleed through
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
The Chanteuse
I heard through the grapevine The Gestapo are out tonight Weaving their tapestry Of violent sport and time So I duck into alleys ********* my talisman Praying for personal glory A reordering of the cosmos But all I get is an enigma Enigma with mystique I hear the chanteuse sing It makes the colors bleed through I heard through the grapevine The star police are out tonight Weaving their tapestry Of karmic sport and time So I duck into nightclubs ********* an eyeball glass Praying for personal triumph A reordering of the past But all I get is an enigma Enigma with mystique I hear the chanteuse sing It makes the colors bleed through
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
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