| Wild kind of look to the day
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| Opening eyes impale neon flickers
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| She moon, she turning away
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| The city’s her slave but he’s cheating his mistress
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| She’s moody and grey
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| She’s mean and she’s restless
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| So restless, so restless indeed
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| All over you as they say
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| Rumours or rivals yell at the strike force
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| Hi guys, by the way
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| Are you aware you’re being illegal?
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| It’s making your savior behaviour look evil
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| 'Scuse my timing but say
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| How’d you fit in with this flim, flam and judy
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| Maximum big surprise
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| Your smile is something new
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| I pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re sacred and bound to suffer the heatwave
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| Pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re coming up on re-election day
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| Stretching my love down the way
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| To your invitation stretching my body
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| Use your intuitive play
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| 'Cause maybe we have more play time than money
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| Maximum big surprise
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| She knows something new
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| I pull my shirt off and pray
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| I’m saving myself to suffer the heatwave
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| Pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re coming up on re-election day
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| By roads and backways a lover’s chance down wind
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| Cut open murmurs and sounds be calm hands on skin
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| Carry further, entangled strands all sing
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| I’m saving some time to slip away
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| We could dance!
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| Shouldn’t be asking, wild and scheming
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| Could be my election day
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| Maximum big surprise
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| You know something new
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| I pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re sacred and bound to suffer this heatwave
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| Pull my shirt off and pray
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| We’re coming up on re-election day
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| Re-election day |