| Well, summer slipped us underneath her tongue
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| Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession
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| Half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor
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| Use our eyes, throw our hands overboard
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| I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush
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| Drink up your movements, still I can’t get enough
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| I overthink your punctuation use
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| Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do
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| A rush at the beginning
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| I get caught up, just for a minute
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| But lover, you’re the one to blame
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| All that you’re doing
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| Can you hear the violence?
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| Megaphone to my chest
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Our thing progresses, I call and you come through
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| Blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you
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| But we’re the greatest, they’ll hang us in the Louvre
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| Down the back, but who cares? |
| Still the Louvre
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| Okay, I know that you are not my type (Still I fall)
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| I’m just the sucker who let you fill her mind (But what about love?)
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| Nothing wrong with it, supernatural
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| Just move in close to me, closer, you’ll feel it coasting
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| A rush at the beginning
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| I get caught up, just for a minute
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| But lover, you’re the one to blame
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| All that you’re doing
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| Can you hear the violence?
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| Megaphone to my chest
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it
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| Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
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| And make 'em all dance to it |