| Sitting on the tarmac
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| Waiting for the push back
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| Ready to take to the sky like a dove
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| You sitting in the wedding bed
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| Ripping up the contract
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| Another failed attempt at love
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| But I’ma be alright
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| I got some more this night
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| To realize what I’m dreaming of
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| It’s a constant need
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| The need to feed
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| And eat directly from your glove
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| We have lift off or so it seems
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| She a page ripped right from my dreams
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| Shoot all the blockas' with laser beams
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| And watch them fall like dominoes
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| We’re outta luck
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| So grease your body up
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| And fuck, fuck!
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| I said we outta luck
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| So grease your body up
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| And fuck, fuck!
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| I thought we did all right
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| We can go all night
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| Try as you might, you might
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| Decide to whip me like cream
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| Sitting in the Starbucks
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| Greasing up the tear ducts
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| A downpour of tears in my tea
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| Passing on a dirty buck
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| Don’t want to ever get stuck
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| In such mediocrity
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| But I’m living for the night waves
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| Need a girl who behaves
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| This is a club, not a rodeo
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| But I expect too much
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| I should be used to such
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| Complications from the shit show
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| She a vampyre too good to feed
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| Fulfill my needs cuz that’s what I need
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| Watch blockas' run home with blazing speed and self destruct like Nostromo
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| We outta luck
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| So grease your body up
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| And fuck, fuck!
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| I said we outta luck
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| So raise your body up
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| And fuck, fuck!
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| ‘Cuz I’m about this night
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| Is your pussy tight?
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| Try as you might, you might decide to vaporize my dreams
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| Ow!
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| And if you front all my needs
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| Once in a while you got to give it up
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| ‘Cuz I need a vessel for my seeds
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| Show me that’s mine and drink from my cup
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| ‘Cuz time breaks and gets stuck
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| All signs point to hard luck
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| But we make time for the fuck, fuck
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| Then we come to see
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| The smooth enormity
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| It’s not desire so much as greed
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| And we are slaves to a basic need
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| Let fear and fantasy intercede
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| And sink your teeth into the bowl
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| We outta luck
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| So grease your body up
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| And fuck, fuck!
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| I said we outta luck
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| So grease your body up
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| And fuck, fuck!
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| Until the morning light
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| Till we exhaust this night
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| And mix the gin with Sprite
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| Lets make you share my fantasy
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| AwYeah! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Dreams , by - Electric Six. Song from the album Fresh Blood For Tired Vampyres, in the genre Иностранный рок