Reception, one two, baby, how so
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You shoot me with a look - this is contact
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It's warm in St. Petersburg if you're with me right now
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She shares the wheel, she needs a cash card
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Young flight attendant wants to fly
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I will give her wings, you will see the edge
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Collecting tears in a bong
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Baby, don't cry
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Your smile in silhouette is FaceTime
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Your feelings archived zip file
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If you and I are in bed, this is show fire
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Lo-fi flows into the ears - it's a thrill
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Above the floor, no one will bother us
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Flame thick smoke
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Again thoughts wrapped in fog
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Captivating with a clean look
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You taught me to trust my eyes
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I am half the world behind her
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Light to your fingertips
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I am half the world behind her
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In rhythm drowning in salsa
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Like a flame with thick smoke
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Again thoughts wrapped in fog
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Captivating with a clean look
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You taught me to trust my eyes
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I am half the world behind her
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Light to your fingertips
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I am half the world behind her
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In rhythm drowning in salsa
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In the playlist, each track smears like a wheel
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Play with me, just like the beats of the pulse in the temple
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Techno girl cries, she lacks bass again
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I play with you, we chat for hours without words
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Flame thick smoke
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Again thoughts wrapped in fog
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Captivating with a clean look
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You taught me to trust my eyes
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I am half the world behind her
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Light to your fingertips
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I am half the world behind her
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In rhythm drowning in salsa
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Like a flame with thick smoke
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Again thoughts wrapped in fog
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Captivating with a clean look
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You taught me to trust my eyes
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I am half the world behind her
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Light to your fingertips
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I am half the world behind her
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In rhythm drowning in salsa |