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Under control of the golden kiss |
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and everything will be fine |
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If you know what I say |
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a naked sinnerman on his side |
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granted to you |
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you'll be in love with the scene inside |
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technical light |
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is she a heavy weight |
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or it's just amateur hype |
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until the left right entertainment |
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stinks up every bar in sight |
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pay me low sink a blow |
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look and tell me where to go |
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breathing sadness holding fire |
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I'm making madness on the wire. |
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Laughing like a child |
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magic to my vision |
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the dance is going wild |
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activate my system |
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oscilation to feel |
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isolation behind |
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plug into my friction |
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a particular style a position to try |
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activate now. |
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Under control of the golden kiss |
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and everything will be zen |
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if you play it again |
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oh sacred spinnerman in the booth |
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weaving a live |
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we need a guide to decide if we're ready to ride |
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bodies bumping bass is thumpin |
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anarchy the place is jumping |
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lucky's got a little something |
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for the girl who's into humping |
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take a bow freak a sow |
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when it's over we allow |
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undercover second chances |
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at our psychadelic dance. |
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[Repeat] |
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Fresh sound on my rocket lover rock files |
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reggae night into the second lake |
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waking up to mayhem |
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got them use them shake them |
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and the avenue's a bright night |
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many suffer resigned |
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the rocket man has laid a trap |
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walk into it. |
