| Pedalling through
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| The dark currents
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| I find an accurate copy
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| A blueprint
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| Of the pleasure in me
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| Swirling black lilies totally ripe
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| A secret code carved
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| Swirling black lilies totally ripe
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| A secret code carved
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| He offers a handshake
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| Crooked five fingers
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| They form a pattern
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| Yet to be matched
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| On the surface simplicity
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| But the darkest pit in me
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| It’s pagan poetry
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| Pagan poetry
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| Morse coding signals (signals)
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| They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up
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| (Pulsate) from my hibernating
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| On the surface simplicity
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| Swirling black lilies totally ripe
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| But the darkest pit in me
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| It’s pagan poetry
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| Swirling black lilies totally ripe
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| Pagan poetry
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| Swirling black lilies totally ripe
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| I love him, I love him
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| I love him, I love him
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| I love him, I love him
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| I love him, I love him
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| This time
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| I’m gonna keep it to myself
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| This time
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| I’m gonna keep me all to myself
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| And he makes me want to hand myself over
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| She loves him, she loves him
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| And he makes me want to hand myself over |