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Saturday night don't know what date or time |
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It takes some getting used to |
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So leave your world and all behind |
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And everything that you choose |
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Steal yourself |
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Some fools gold |
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I'm fuelled by you and your design |
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Steal yourself some control |
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I take from you a tired casual high |
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He was found face down in a living room |
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Still clutching on to their ashes |
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Fistful of sand in a cold monsoon |
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Its tunnel vision on acid |
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Steal yourself |
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some fools gold |
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Im fuelled by you and your design |
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Steal yourself some control |
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I take from you a tired casual high |
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But theres a silent fugitive |
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Comes to you in your dreams |
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You say theres nothing wrong and that you`ll live forever |
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Steal yourself |
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some fools gold |
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Im fuelled by you and your design |
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Steal yourself some control |
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I take from you a tired casual high |
