| I was in a daredevil’s car
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| She said, «Get ready»
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| I turned my eyes away
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| As she released an evil laugh
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| Until the effortless landing
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| On the other side
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| Just a layer of fuel
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| Plastic playset, action figure
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| Ramping the speed, we shot down the hill
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| No ground beneath
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| Weightlessness as in togetherness
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| Across your lies
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| As I walked past, she looked at me
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| Like two silver bullets
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| Then she licked my leg
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| And give me some sisterly advice
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| My eyes closed the whole time in fear
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| Until I saw distance
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| It was red and pleasantly hot
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| Vistas of sand and trees
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| At the terminus
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| The queen was sitting on her throne
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| I was as quiet as possible
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| Not looking at her
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| At the end, it started to descend
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| And by then
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| I was walking in water
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| Up to my thighs
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| I said, «Get up»
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| I said, «Time for love»
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| Beyond the trees at the beach
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| There were two walking paths of sand
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| One that went right along the coast
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| The other that went up around a bend
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| Like a highway onramp
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| I took the second
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| It had a view as it went up
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| Higher than the coastal path
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| Before the end it started to descend
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| And by then, I was walking in water
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| Up to my thighs
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| There, at the terminus
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| A queen was sitting on her throne
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| I tried to be as as quiet as possible
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| Not looking at her, not speaking to her
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| As I walk past, she licks my leg
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| And stares up at me like two bullets
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| And then proceeds to give me sisterly advice
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| That I can’t remember now
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| At the end, it started to descend
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| And by then
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| I was walking in water
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| Up to my thighs |