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Slo-mo-fo co-accused with his screen kiss |
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As the formula of function suddenly got cryptic. |
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A twisted sidekick stood balanced on a matchstick, |
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Caught the disco ball's 100th nervous grin. |
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Grass, grass, grass are you alone when you sleep? |
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Do you dream, dream, dream? |
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Do you dream of the deep sea? |
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Silent nights (silent nights) are the best time for silent crimes |
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And skipping town so you never do time. |
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My friends all got caught when they burned the disco down with me |
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And then they all lost me to the big blue belly of the sea. |
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You might just catch me bleeding any golden mile, |
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Breaking another town with another crowbar smile. |
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So slo-mo and co did time on the mainland |
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Whilst I found my peace with the sea as a deckhand. |
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I learned the perfect life was a stitch in crime |
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And that nature outshines neon almost every time. |
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Splash, splash, splash. |
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Did you feel like a car crash when you burn, burn, burned all your spare time at half term? |
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Crazy days (crazy days) introduced us to crazy nights |
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That introduced us to the glare of search lights. |
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Chorus x2 |
