| Drunk off your kiss, life turns sideways
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| Drugs from your skin, high like skyscrapers
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| Where your soul goes, you will find me
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| Follow you there, I will blindy
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| I don’t believe that you’re from New York
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| You’re from the sky, past our view of space
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| Don’t bullshit me, tell me you’re an angel
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| And this ain’t gon' make no sense no sense but I’ll say
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| Your lips they taste like June
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| Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
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| Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
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| Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
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| Hit me with the Ooh
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| Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
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| Praise God, praise God, go, praise God
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| When you hit me with the Ooh
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| Drunk off your kiss, tastes like absinthe
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| King size spaceship
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| Hips crash landed
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| Scream out my name, ring like sirens
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| Lights in your eyes, gladly blinded |