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( Del naja, Davidge ) |
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3D |
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Take me where the tides start |
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And i can pull you into me |
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Your pressure is crushing gravity |
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Your corona is reaching consequences |
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Mistin all my lenses. |
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It all comes back to me |
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Broken down portfolio |
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Collects like dust around my head |
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And lightly rings and clings |
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Can't be shakien off the last |
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Like characters we less and mess |
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Your rig goes damnation now to appease you |
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There's nothing i can save for this |
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No fold it up into a fist |
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No violent string |
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No flight-path |
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No cream |
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Comes back to me |
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Comes back to me |
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It all comes back to me |
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It all comes back to me |
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It all comes back to me |
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Comes back to me |
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Comes back to me |
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No use to me |
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Infrared to find you |
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I fly in to remind you |
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I burnt my universe for you |
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Attracted to opposing poles |
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And antimatter protocols |
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In secons flatt your history |
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No use to me, no mystery |
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No use to me, no use to see |
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No use to me, no use to see |
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No use to me, no use to see |
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Comes back to me |
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No use to me |
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Back to me |
