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To grow I have to kill |
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And steal my oxagen |
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Escaping into kisses |
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Sometimes sounds like soda |
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In here it's nearly holy |
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We only steal each other |
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The atmosphere is frightened |
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Recycle is a zero |
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It's oxygen on soda |
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It's oxygen and tonic |
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Sometimes makes me drunk |
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Inhale me |
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We share it all. We share it all. |
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To live I have to die |
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But remain a mortal frame |
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Escaping into touch |
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That's bodybuilding me |
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Foundation is a gas |
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Aroma enter kharma |
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Like oxygen on soda |
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Sometimes makes me drunk |
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We share it all. We share it all. |
