| They say she had a heart attack
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| I think the preacher’s coming back
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| And I’m frying 'cos all my love’s electrifying
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| And I’m comfy like a cess-pool
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| Wanna be with you
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| And it’s my premonition
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| I better give my heart a listen
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| And my preacher say
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| All of your demons will wither away
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| Ecstasy comes and they cannot stay
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| You’ll understand when you come my way
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| 'Cos all of my demons have withered away
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| They said he shook himself to death
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| I wanna dance 'til my last breath
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| But mister disco only parties hard in Frisco
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| And I’m comfy like a cess-pool
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| Wanna be with you
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| And it’s my premonition
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| I better give my heart a listen
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| And my preacher say
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| All of your demons will wither away
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| Ecstasy comes and they cannot stay
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| You’ll understand when you come my way
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| 'Cos all of my demons have withered away |