| Hard soft on to where we can feel the waves drowning over our clothes,
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| Cloning our toes,
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| Next will be our legs,
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| And if we dont leave our paradise,
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| Our paradise will parasite.
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| Light soft out to the desert is a beach to share some sand with a scorpion
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| Who will poison me when I cure his lonliness.
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| I care less.
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| Freeze frame on an arctic storm,
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| Come a long way from home,
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| Come a long way.
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| Sky land scraper paper fly underground to me.
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| Sky land scraper paper fly over land your love to where I sleep.
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| Subway is a sound,
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| Silence a song,
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| Body become one,
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| Madman with a gun,
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| I love you son,
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| But you done me wrong,
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| Now I’m a walking time bomb,
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| Bang.
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| Sky land scraper paper fly underground to me,
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| Sky land scraper paper fly over land your love to where I sleep.
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| And it looks just like the world is turning,
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| Spinning round to me,
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| It looks just like the world is turning,
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| Spinning round.
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| Sky land scraper paper fly underground to me,
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| Sky land scraper paper fly over land your love to where I sleep.
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| I know you don’t know what I mean,
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| I know you can’t know what I mean.
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| I know you don’t know what I mean,
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| I know you can’t know what I mean.
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| Sky land scraper paper fly underground to me,
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| Sky land scraper paper fly underground to me,
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| Sky land scraper paper fly underground,
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| Underground.
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| Bang.
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| Bang.
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| Bang.
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| Bang. |