| Yes hear a new sound come from
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| Out of mind
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| Out of space and outta time
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| Caught in the clock but
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| She moves like lightning
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| Thunder and rain clouds
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| They fall down. |
| upon her her headstone
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| She don’t care, she’s not there anymore
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| Oh I don’t want to go back down way back down
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| Noooo, dirty little hands are trying to grab me around my ankles
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| Oh I don’t want to go back down, way back down
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| Nooo, dirty little minds are trying to wind me up to go, go!
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| Yes hear a new sound it’s coming down, it’s floating
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| On airwaves so gently like thuder taking over like machines
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| Softly, so innocent, like lightning
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| It’s moving, take me under
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| Round and round and where she stops yeah no body knows
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| Oh I don’t want to go back down way back down
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| Noooo, dirty little hands are trying to grab me around my ankles
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| Oh I don’t want to go back down, way back down
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| Nooo, dirty little minds are trying to wind me up to go
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| If I lose an angle imm’a take all I can handle
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| I’mma move into the right mind
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| Mind, oh mind oh, mind oh mind
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| Oh I don’t want to go back down way back down
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| Noooo, dirty little hands are trying to grab me around my ankles
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| Oh I don’t want to go back down, way back down
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| Nooo, dirty little minds are trying to wind me up to go |