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Hear the echoes from the drain |
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The harmony when planes align |
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And my stars catch fire |
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So you've got a brand new attitude |
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You're all brand new |
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I only want the right one |
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To slide into action |
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Bent over on the right one |
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We're dying to be |
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Neither burned nor buried |
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Sunday's hand |
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Reaches out like rain |
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To the sharp touch |
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Of the window pane |
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Across the wall |
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Sinking in my seat |
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There is only |
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One thing left to do |
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I'm fully entertained |
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Now I'm coming for you |
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I only want the right one |
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To slide into action |
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As badly as the knife wants |
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To slide inside |
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I'll never speak for no one |
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But the riches of Selfhood |
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No use trying to impress now |
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We're dying to be |
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Neither burned nor buried |
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With the blood flowers in the ground |