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Demi-gods on golden thrones

Spend most of their time all alone

We're living through them until a decent to hell

Becomes our breakfast thrill 



Flesh and blood to dust return

But fantasy we learn goes on and on 



The dream

Shining with an inner light

Indefinable and bright

We begin to smell the kill

Sharing every precarious thrill 



Flesh and blood may now decay

But forever young - always you will stay 



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But look - coming on the scene

Another cat to die for teenage dream 



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