| I awaken like a cause for war
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| Not a pause for thought at all
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| Every note plucked ‘til its worse
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| In disarray
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| I feel superhuman then
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| No enemies can take me when
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| Squealing lust erupts again
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| Just at her name
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| I have her running through my veins
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| Like heroin whispers 24/7
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| The flame remains the same
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| She is everywhere and I swear everything
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| Is but a piece of her Heaven
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| Sugared with the sweet
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| My heart beats a rose tattoo
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| Through the levitating soles of my feet
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| She is the sun…
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| Shine on Sophie Moone
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| She is the sun that fells the gloom
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| Climb on
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| Shine on
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| Shine on Sophie Moone
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| She is exquisite, a visit from an angel
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| Enabled and fabled her
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| Muster the power not to crawl
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| I picture incidents, coincidences, soft offences
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| Just a million little tricks to witness consequences
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| Please take me wanton for a fool
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| She is the sun that fells the gloom
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| Climb on
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| Shine on
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| Shine on Sophie Moone
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| Shine on Sophie Moone
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| Life returns to my yearning shores
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| Mist it lifts to drop its jaw
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| I am burning to the core
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| In varying decrees
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| She ampoules adrenaline
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| Butterflies flutter by on her wind
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| Just one wish to start the spin
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| Into her sea
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| I have her running through my brains
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| Like tearaway airwaves 24/7
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| The game remains the same
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| She is everywhere and I swear everything
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| Is but a piece of her Heaven
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| Viral blonde
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| She responds
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| Her infection making my white crust leaven
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| She is the sun that fells the gloom
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| Climb on
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| Shine on
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| Shine on Sophie Moone
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| She is the sun that fells the gloom
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| Climb on
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| Shine on
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| Shine on Sophie Moone
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| She is the sun that bleeds the strangely red horizon
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| The world could end
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| For all I know
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| Still smitten by her glow
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| That desirable whore
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| She just stood there in the spotlight
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| Like a substitute Valkyrie
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| In barely a dress, grinning
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| Mocking…
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| And her eyes, set with a flash of diamonds
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| Seeing me with something akin to thin disgust
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| I didn’t care she didn’t love me
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| I just wanted her so fucking badly
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| It stung like murder
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| Tearaway stars shine on Sophie Moone
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| I’m sorry if the words get stuck in your flirty, dirty craw
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| I’m sorry but it hurts far more to sheathe my claws |