| Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| All the same faces are twisting underground
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| The DJ’s double graveyard shift is burning things down
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| No one lifts an eyebrow, I need to reply
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| Till suddenly the air gets sucked out of all the rooms around
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| I hear the world is moving on her hips
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| I hear the word is falling from her lips
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| She could’ve been a stranger, she could’ve had no name
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| If she didn’t look like she loves to get the blame
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| For the red crime
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| So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
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| And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
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| If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
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| And if you wanna run, then let me run with you
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| Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| The psychodelicate girl is floating through the room
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| While I follow trails of dust into the cloud of her perfume
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| Think of all the ways to avoid the apocalypse
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| ‘Cause we’ll both be put on trial if I dare to touch her lips
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| It’s a red crime
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| So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
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| And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
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| If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
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| And if you wanna run
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| So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
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| And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
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| If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
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| And if you wanna run, then let me run with you
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| Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| Ah, ah
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| So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
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| And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
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| If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
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| And if you wanna run
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| So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
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| And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
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| If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
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| And if you wanna run, then let me run with you |