| All my spirit of compromise
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| Has been mislaid by the depth in your eyes
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| See me living in the middle of England
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| Set my course for the deepest heavens
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| Dress me up like a rocket ship
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| And drag you screaming into my belly
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| Railing, complaining
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| And I seal my girl inside
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| 'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| Seal my girl inside
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| 'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| Well, I push you kicking to my airtight machine
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| Fuel my love, I’m a big gas turbine
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| Come and leave my big black city
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| Big black city under western skies
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| Railing, complaining
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| And I seal my girl inside
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| 'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| Seal my girl inside
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| 'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| She leads me out into the pastures green
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| And wall-to-wall divine carpet under my feet
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| I cup her chin in my hands and cry
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| «I love you, sweedeedee, I love you
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| Come and hang 'em on the line next to mine»
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| Well, I think my world is fading in fire
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| Fading world in a burning sky
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| Think my world is fading in fire
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| I’m on fire in a burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Railing, complaining
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| And I seal my girl inside
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| 'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| Seal my girl inside
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| 'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| Seal my girl inside
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| She’s my girl and I’m her planet ride
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| My planet ride |