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Your great impressions |
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Living iceberg |
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Stinging swell |
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And bathe in gold light |
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Swinging your best knife |
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Of evil eye |
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Now ease in armchair |
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Throbbing showroom of luxury |
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You say 'untie me' |
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You say 'I'm manic' |
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You sway above me |
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My chain to yank |
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Can't blame my overexperience |
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Lack of balance |
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Crutch my shove |
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It's meaningless to fake it's sensible |
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It's senseless to fake it's meaningful |
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Retreat |
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Recline |
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Front seat |
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Cordova, so inviting |
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You say 'untie me' |
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You say 'I'm manic' |
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You float above me |
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My own personal Satan |
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Now it's good to go |
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Now it's good to go |
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Now it's good to go |
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Now I'm good to go |
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You say 'untie me' |
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You say 'I'm manic' |
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You circle above me |
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My swollen masterpiece |
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You say 'untie me' |
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You say 'I'm manic' |
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You sway above me |
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My chain to yank |
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My chain, yank |
