Lyrics:
don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love
Ever since I can remember you been hanging 'round this
don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love
Ever since I can remember you been hanging 'round this
a real dead ringer, trying to deliver. I'm the ghost of the boy that you knew. So get it out of your head, oh get back to bed cause i'm not quite through
Hold my cigarette while it's lit
And let it burn you, baby
Oh, dead ringer, you so sick
But you look amazing
All these voices in the night
unoriginal
You may talk the talk, walk the walk, but this act is criminal
You’re a dead ringer, yeah
Dead ringer, yeah
So pull up to my place with your 750
Natural blonde, gun slinger
Kali Ma - Ostara
Think she's Kali, or just a dead ringer
Natural blonde, gun slinger
Kali Ma - Ostara
She's my Kali,
young and her heart's on fire
She's a dead ringer for a broken heart
She's been hidin' that red dress far too long
Got her hair done and mama's
turn baby
Like I'm a dead ringer
For a singer in a rock'n'roll band
I brought all my moves with me
I'm working the room now baby
A bump
Dead ringer
Duplicate
Ditto ditto
Double date
Repeat and replicate
It's not a house
It's not a home
It's Just a copy
A simple clone
Well
we brought [?]
In the hopeful hearts of glory and dead ringers
In the valley of the lead singers
We were not quite done yeah
You call it
The saints for the dead
Or you might be just a dead ringer for the dead
Will you be our guest
I pushed myself out on my bike to feel the warm kiss
Don't take away the memories
That we have
Not today
He's a real dead ringer
With East End Roots
A national treasure in a whistle and flute
The father he
now on the run
Seething, self-doubt that lingers
One by one
Hey you, you're the dead ringer for the issues inside of my mind
You could, be the lead
the dollar, hey!
Well a who them a follow, the godfather,
a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. No!
I can't tek the way how some punk
the foul stench of death
Corpses of the wicked
Wide-spreading grief and terror
The sacred rise above
Seeking to the ground
Dead ringers, warmongers,
comes prepacked
With a warm familiar glow
Robocowboys
You're dead ringers
Robocowboys
Say you're singers
Robocowboys
You're dead ringers
With
it's a dead ringer)
Smoke and mirrors
Getting thicker getting sicker
Bang Bang
(Gimme the liquor, i-I'll die quicker)
Can't see any clearer
I'm
a singer, now a dead ringer
Satanic verses conveying excess
Led to your downfall
Destruction, premonition
Till the time death called
Dead men don't tour
Dead
Haven't I seen you somewhere around before?
Haven't I seen you somewhere around before?
Bet you're a dead ringer
Bet you're a dead ringer
Bet
the dollar, hey!
Well a who them a follow, the godfather,
a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. No!
I can't tek the way how some punk
Let me live
Leave me be
Let me live
Leave me
You haunt me
Broken promise
Two year mourning
Dead ringer
Old dead ending
New dead ends
In
In the dead of this life
In hindsight and premonition too
A dead ringer at a graveyard shift
On even days I'd be waved right through
Todays feeling
Haven't I seen you somewhere around before?
Haven't I seen you somewhere around before?
Bet you're a dead ringer
Bet you're a dead ringer
Bet you're
should, know the plight
So move further
You don't deserve, the right
To point fingers
You should know the plight
We're Dead ringers
Thunder clap,
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