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The bodies collide to the beat |
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The spilt wine takes us to new heights |
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She said I was her captain out of town swinger |
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For a night we parade the conquest for the careless |
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I am motionless and coma |
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Ready for this |
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Watch the blood she makes |
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Shine flows to the head |
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I remember the first time a tall tale told heroically |
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She's got the best of what I'm waiting for |
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We feel the distance |
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The sleep await to be the call to action |
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Or the intervention of something out of this world |
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We don't live to last forever |
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We feel no second chance |
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There's just a primal need to release and never let in anything but the skin |
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From here to the moon she tries to take me to the starbeams in her eyes |
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And from here to the moon she tells me I'm good for patient eyes |