| Uh-huh. |
| Oh yeah
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| Uh-huh. |
| Oh yeah
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| Uh-huh. |
| Oh yeah
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| Truth hurts, yes it does
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| Sometimes I hurt you, baby, just because
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| Emotions defaulting on their loans
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| You spend the rest of your days alone, alone
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| Now she’s the queen of the bad dogs
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| She’s the rumbling siren in a fog
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| And I’m the king of the submarines
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| Making horrible music for teens
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| You see me in your psychic visions (Psychic visions)
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| You feel me in your psychic visions (Psychic visions)
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| When you’re going crazy, Oh yeah!
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| I feel the future in- (Let us trust)
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| -side of you, baby
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| You walk around looking for answers
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| And all the gypsies are stroking romancers
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| Tarot cards and chills to the bone
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| You’re crushed under the weight of the great unknown
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| And she’s the queen of the queen bees
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| She’s coming on the next jet from Belize
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| I see her dancing in the Latin quarter
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| Abbreviations make everything shorter
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| It’s time you feel my psychic visions (Psychic Visions)
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| It’s time you see my psychic visions (Psychic Visions)
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| I’ve had it up to here with your premonitions
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| Sloppy incisions
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| Let’s surround ourselves with the worst musicians
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| And write a new song
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| Ah yeah! |
| (Psychic visions)
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| Ah yeah! |
| (Psychic visions)
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| See a shrink if you’re having doubt
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| Cause the psalms in your love light
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| Are running out
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| Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me
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| Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me |