| Wild kind of look to the day
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| Opening eyes impale neon flickers
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| She moon, she turning away
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| The city’s her slave
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| He’s cheating his mistress
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| She’s moody and grey
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| She’s mean and she’s restless
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| (So restless, so restless indeed)
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| All over you as they say
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| Rumours or rivals yell at the strike force
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| Hi guys, by the way, are you aware you’re being illegal
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| It’s making your savior behavior look evil
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| 'scuse my timing but say
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| How d’you fit in with this flim, flam and Judy
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| Maximum big surprise your smile is something new
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| I pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re sacred and bound to suffer the heat wave
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| Pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re coming up on re-election day
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| Stretching my love down the way
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| To your invitation stretching my body
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| Use your intuitive play
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| Cause maybe we have more play time than money
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| Maximum big surprise she knows something new
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| I pull my shirt off and pray
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| I’m saving myself to suffer the heat wave
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| Pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re coming up on re-election day
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| (By roads and back ways a lover’s chance, down a wind
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| Curtain murmurs and sounds be calm hands on skin
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| Carry further. |
| entangled strands. |
| all sing!
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| Time, saving some time to slip away we could die)
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| Oh! |
| shouldn’t be asking… (why)
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| Wild and scheming
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| Could be my election day
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| Maximum big surprise you know something new
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| I pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re sacred and bound to suffer this heat wave
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| Pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re coming up on re-election day
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| Re-election day |