| Pinwheel in a hurricane
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| Squirrels in my head
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| Neuro-pathways burrowing
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| Cannot follow thread, thread
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| Lab rat roaring
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| On the solar-plexus
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| Hear me calling
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| Earth-screens connect us
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| Crush me with your love, woah
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| Lasers beam me up
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| Swallow me with all you’ve got
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| You’re the north and the south of the magnet I have longed for
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| Butter in a racecar
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| I can feel your atoms
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| Rolling deep in hot tar
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| Streaming live on VH1, 1, 1, 1
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| Scattered stream of aftermath
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| Run towards the fire
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| Cling to failure, cling to past
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| The squirrels never tire
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| Crush me with your love, woah
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| Lasers beam me up
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| Swallow me with all you’ve got
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| You’re the north and the south of the magnet I have longed for
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| Crush me with your love, woah
|
| Lasers beam me up
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| Swallow me with all you’ve got
|
| You’re the north and the south of the magnet I have longed for
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| Crush me with your love, woah
|
| Lasers beam me up
|
| Swallow me with all you’ve got
|
| You’re the north and the south of the magnet I have longed for
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| You’re the north and the south of the magnet I have longed for |