| She’s golden lightnings,
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| A flashing light with sharpen heels
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| That blinds 'till bleeding
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| Reversing my wheels.
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| And such a non-sense mechanism
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| Runs in my mind 'cause the chase.
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| Feels like some fucking mysticism
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| Off of the lines of time and space.
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Waiting the thunder to hit again
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| Running under the summer rain.
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Waiting the thunder to hit again
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| Running under the summer rain.
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| If I had something to say,
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| I’d say, 'Let's run away from the haze.'
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| And hide together for days
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| Off of the lines of time and space.
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| But still this non-sense mechanism
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| Runs in my mind, and every time
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| I get trapped in your mysticism
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| And I’m getting mad.
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| Are you mine?
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Waiting the thunder to hit again
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| Running under the summer rain.
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Waiting the thunder to hit again
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| Running under the summer rain.
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| And I can’t help myself
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| (I can’t help it)
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| (I can’t shake this feeling)
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| (I can’t help it)
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| Waiting the thunder to hit again
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| (I can’t help it)
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| Running under the summer rain.
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| (I can’t help it)
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| And I can’t help myself
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| (I can’t shake this feeling)
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| (I can’t help it)
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| (I can’t shake this feeling)
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| Waiting the thunder to hit again
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| (I can’t help it)
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| Running under the summer rain. |