| Bleach blond faded, me oh my
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| Pop a venom queen with the caffeine eyes
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| I swear her love is coming after me
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| Sayin' kiss, kiss goodnight, witch’s tongue
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| Got a sick, sick sense of having fun
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| Whisper words that spells can only hum
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| Ooh
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| Supermassive automatic
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| Oh when you will never find me here
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| Black magic and radio static
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| Oh we’ll shift into another gear
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| Broken records, phonographs
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| Needle deep in a vinyl scratch
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| I know there’s someone calling out to me
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| Like big black boots walking through the door
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| I’m wiggin' out hard on the beechwood floors
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| Diggin' for the spaces in between
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| Ooh
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| Supermassive automatic
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| Oh when you will never find me here
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| Black magic and radio static
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| Oh we’ll shift into another gear
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| No one;s gonna change my mind
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| Wind me up and just pretend
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| That everything is gonna be fine
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| The parts are on the mend
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| Ooh
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| Supermassive automatic
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| Oh when you will never find me here
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| Black magic and radio static
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| Oh we’ll shift into another gear
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| Check one, check two, microphone
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| Supermassive automatic
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| Oh when you will never find me here
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| Black magic and radio static
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| Oh when you will never find me here |