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Northern eyes, |
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I'd like to meet you on the dance floor |
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What was that? realistic men don't speak cliche |
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Whatever my business is, |
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I still can get off |
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Meet me then - we'll take |
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Laundry & |
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LasersHere's a magnet - round your themes up - take your dreams up |
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Too much soft rectanglement ensnares the head |
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Not so high into the sky light should you pray them |
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Not so low your hands on those you lay |
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A porcine fellow |
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Who dwells on the dirt spot |
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As dead as a death way |
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Swept clean as a laser |
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Even though you musn't know |
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I swim the meadows |
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Even though you musn't know |
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I field the sky |
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Let's go eat the factory - let's go running in there |
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Wise beyond the northern eyes |
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And super spies |
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And realize much more |