| Baby’s putting on her make-up
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| Her mouth is swollen as arose
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| Countdown, she wraps her legs around him
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| Weightless, she’s taking off her clothes
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| Candy, colours in her pocket
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| Bright children hiding in their rooms
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| Soft toys spread across her pillows
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| Self-annihilation couldn’t come too soon
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| Where’s your gravity?
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| Where’s your mind?
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| Share your thoughts with me
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| Waste my time
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| Slow down, nothing’s gonna save you
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| Ice-cream dripping from your spoon
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| Oh, but come now, you’re always telling stories
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| Bare-foot, walking on the moon
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| Wake up, and someone’s bound to tell you
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| Your pretty face is gone to hell
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| So find them, something you can trade with
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| Hand-make something you can sell
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| Where’s your gravity?
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| Where’s your mind?
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| Share your thoughts with me
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| Waste my time
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| Where’s your gravity?
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| Where’s your mind?
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| Share your thoughts with me
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| Waste my time |