| You, since that magic day
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| We’ve been like magnets in a play
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| We smash in then pull away
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| Every day
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| You, you’re a jet, a flying gun
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| You kill me softly with your sun
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| You melt my wings and call it fun
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| I should run
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| Faster and faster
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| I should run
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| Faster and faster
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| From your arms
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| I watch my powers die
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| Falling out of starry skies
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| You kryptonite my life
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| Every night
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| The ending of this road
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| Dashing prince or horny toad?
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| Who really ever knows?
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| I should know
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| Faster and faster
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| I should run
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| Faster and faster
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| From your arms
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| Mmm, yeah. |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m running
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| shaking like a schizo
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| 'Lectric sheep are dancing in the window
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| My heart beats
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| It’s kicking like a kick drum
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| Am I a freak?
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| Or just another weirdo
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| Call me weak
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| Or just call me your hero
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| You can’t zap down all my good times
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| I know right from wrong
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| Kissing loving’s feeling good
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| And not this feeling down
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| You hide your chainsaw deep in kisses
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| That don’t make it quiet
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| You got em running, muttering, screaming, each and every night
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| Faster and faster
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| I should run
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| Faster and faster
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| From your arms |