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Lay back |
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For me. |
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You are just exactly what I need |
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In this cold town. |
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Lay back |
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For me. |
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The three of us in circus |
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And in liberty |
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It's been too long. |
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So throw your guilt religion |
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To the liars and the weak, |
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This is the politics and war |
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Of ecstasy. |
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And all the nonsense of that vision |
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That is failing every test; |
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It's the comedy and death |
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Of your senses. |
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The alternative to real world |
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Is just time for me and a fantasy |
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Be blind to myself; |
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To idolize. |
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The alternative to real world |
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Is just time for me and a fantasy. |
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I'm blind to myself |
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And idolize. |
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You work |
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So deep. |
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Astonished and in rapture |
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I can barely speak. |
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These are hard times. |
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Hormones |
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In key; |
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A slow whispered wet confession |
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From our body heat. |
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There's no return. |
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The alternative to real world |
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Is just time for me and a fantasy |
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Be blind to myself; |
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To idolize. |
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The alternative to real world |
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Is just time for me and a fantasy. |
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I'm blind to myself |
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And idolize. |
