| I smell the sound of a growing gash
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| With pop sensibilities.
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| «It's a tune that equals you.»
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| I feel
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| Hallelujah I fail,
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| Bulemia I’m frail.
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| Hallelujah I fell,
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| Salting the back of a snail.
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| And…
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| This is worship and this is tribute
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| Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?
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| Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…
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| And, and,
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| You fit in!
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| «It's a tune that equals you.»
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| I feel
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| Hallelujah, I fail,
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| Bulemia, I’m frail.
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| Hallelujah, I fell,
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| Salting the back of a snail.
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| And…
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| Am I worshipping or am I tributing?
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| Loving, crumbling, ripping, and failing.
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| My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
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| And, and,
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| I fit in!
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| Feeding time,
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| An old friend of mine
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| At the leper zoo, yeah yeah
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| Que sera?
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| Erotic hurrah
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| With no rescue, girl.
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| Feeding time,
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| An old friend of mine
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| At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
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| Que sera?
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| Erotic hurrah
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| It’s cool.
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| Be cool, girl.
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| Sailor, Sailor
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| Sailor, Sailor
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| Sailor Scent
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| Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Sailor Scent.
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| And…
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| worship, tribute
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| crumbling, ripping, and failing
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| Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in…
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| And, and,
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| you fit in!
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| Feeding time,
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| An old friend of mine
|
| At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
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| Que sera?
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| Erotic hurrah
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| With no rescue, girl.
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| Feeding time,
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| An old friend of mine
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| At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
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| Que sera?
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| Erotic hurrah
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| It’s cool.
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| Be cool, girl.
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| Sailor Scent (x4)
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| Sailor, Sailor |