| Narcissistic chansonniers fighting delusional poetry
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| With the electric demons and spiritual fugues
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| Smiling girls gives a start
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| Bowing to the powdered queen and her clever dandy
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| Stars are lighting renaissance
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| Everything is making sense always
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| Finding enlightened impeccable data
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| And now I’m losing control
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| Looking for a perpetual center of gravity
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| That doesn’t let me think about people
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| In all the world that spins around me
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| Nothing that matters more
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| Looking for a perpetual center of gravity
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| So I don’t have to think about people
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| In all the world that spins around me
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| Over and over again
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| Mystical and majestic
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| The air in Moscow cathedral
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| A cold winter’s day
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| I’m fading away
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| Alienating???
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| Are walking the city with vague strength
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| To fulfill their mission and living agreement
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| But they don’t know what it’s for
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| I’m just searching for a permanent center of gravity
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| Within an overdose of information
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| In a world that spins around me
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| Nothing that matters more
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| I’m just searching for a permanent center of gravity
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| Within an overdose of information
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| In a world that spins around me
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| Over and over again
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| You are a woman in love
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| Baby I need your love
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| I want your love over and over again |