| Your soul is charred, a fire hose will not help it.
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| An ember flies onto the carpet. |
| I will offer my hand to him, and, oh, God, a miracle!
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| I'm on fire! |
| My brush burns with lilac fire, -
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| Crazy house, and that's what's in it.
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| Chorus:
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| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
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| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together!
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| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
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| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together!
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| In gold scattering, from the bath to the living room
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| The lights are on, the lights are on, the lights are on.
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| Oh my god, a miracle! |
| We are burning! |
| Our lips melt martini ice.
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| And also in complete darkness the sun in the head will not go out.
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| Chorus:
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| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
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| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together!
|
| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
|
| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together!
|
| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
|
| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together.
|
| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
|
| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together!
|
| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
|
| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together!
|
| The sun is in my head, my feet are on the sand,
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| Like a kite, you carry me. |
| It's more fun together! |