| Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set
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| I wouldn’t know it if it hit me You take a little step and then it feels like love
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| I think I better get a little of it in me Give me a kiss
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| I think it feels like love
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| Give me a kiss
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| I think it feels like sunshine
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| C’mon baby, light me up
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| I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind
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| You think that you can do without me I can’t do anything at all
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| You think that you can do without me But I don’t believe in Sundays
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| And I don’t believe in anything at all
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| Your mother made you in a parking lot
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| My mother made me out of flesh and wire
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| Try to remember what you might forget
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| I try to remember everything
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| Try to remember so you don’t disappear
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| Try to remember so you don’t fade away
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| Your mother made you out of smoke and rain
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| Your mother made you in a fire that’s faded
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| You think that you can do without me And I can’t do anything at all
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| You think that you can do without me But I don’t believe in Sundays
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| And I don’t believe in anything at all
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| I wanna touch you for the things I’m losing
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| I wanna touch you for my self-respect
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| Give me a reason or I might stop breathing
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| Give me a reason why I’m soaking wet
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| Gotta stop breathing cuz the sky is falling
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| I might go out and watch the moon explode
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| Give me directions to the highway crossing
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| I’ll go lie down in the middle of the road
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| You think that you can do without me I can’t do anything at all
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| You think that you can do without me But I don’t believe in Sundays
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| And I don’t believe in anything at all
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| I don’t believe in Sunday
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| And I don’t believe in anything
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| I don’t believe in anything at all |