| The night is not for the weak
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| Till the end of the week
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| Till the end of the year
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| I’ll lose my gear
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| It does not fit me so well
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| Does not ring any bell
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| I’m here for rest of my life
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| So that I get high
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| Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump and fall with me
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| Jump on my bed until I’m dead
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| I love your smile, I love your neck
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| We have no way to get us back
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| «She's going to eat me up» — I cry
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| Like I’m the catcher in the rye
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| The rabbit hole
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| Is not that deep
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| Just rock and roll
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| Behind your lips
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| The looking-glass is dim
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| Inside your eyes, inside my dream
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| Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump and fall with me
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| Jump on my bed until I’m dead
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| I love your smile, I love your neck
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| We have no way to get us back
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| «He's going to eat me up» — she cries
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| Yes, I’m the catcher in the rice
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| Yeah… Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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| I owe you smile, I owe you neck
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| We have no way to get us back
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| We’re going to eat each other up
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump and fall with me
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump and die with me
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump and fuck me
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| Jump, jump, jump and get high on me |