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Everybody's soaking wet, ready for the solar dip |
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It was so easy to fly, it was so easy to fly |
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Thunder in the blue sunshine |
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When did this city die? |
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I'm sick of turning you off |
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I'm sick of turning you off |
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After an afternoon of insatiable begging |
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Every frenzy is real |
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Skin is singing, hands are burning |
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Everybody is healed |
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I am good enough for someone, good enough for you |
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Flown way out in space |
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Who's on your tapes? |
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Who's in your wall? |
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Who's in your way? |
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Who keeps you soft? |
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Who makes you late? |
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Who do you call when you're ok? |
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And when you're not? |
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I'm so mad i could spit |
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I'm so mad i could spit |
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I don't invite chaos |
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It's just that they hate us |
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I'm sick of pissing them off |
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I'm sick of pissing them off |
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After an afternoon of mysterious fighting |
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Every frenzy is real |
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Skin is singing |
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Hands are burning |
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Everybody is healed |
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I am good enough for someone |
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Good enough for you |
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Flown way out in space |
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Who's in your face? |
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Who's in yoru heart? |
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Who do you pay? |
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What have you got? |
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Who complicates your easy plot? |
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Who hesitates and then you're lost? |
