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Look at all the other lovers |
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Evolution spreads its wings |
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You fiddle while the empire burns |
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Tonight we lose our touch |
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Look at all the happy people |
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Crowded on a city train |
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Too intimate here to engage |
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Shuffling in our cage |
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It's what you want on top |
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Of everything you've got |
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Until your heart stops |
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Two consummating cosmonauts |
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In an ocean of impure thoughts |
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To habitat is to explain |
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Our deepest darkest pain |
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It's what you want on top |
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Of everything you've got |
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Until your heart stops |
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And it's a meltdown |
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And an ice age |
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And it's a black plague |
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It's what you want on top |
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Of everything you've got |
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Until your heart stops |
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And it's the black plague |
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And it's a bitter fade |
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It's what you want on top |
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Of everything you've got |
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Until your heart stops |
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And it's a meltdown |
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Oh, and an ice age |
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And it's a nice day |
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It's what you want on top |
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Of everything you've got |
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Until your heart stops |
