| The time of the month is right
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| To feel full moons and mouths
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| She’s pulling, she’s pulling
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| The force of her paleness is drowning me
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| Against the darkness
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| I feel her liquid pulse
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| Beating against the core of me
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| The acohol content is right
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| To feel full moons and mouths
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| She’s shaking, she’s shaking
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| She’s moving on me like a flickering flame
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| Against the darkness
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| I feel her liquid pulse
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| Beating against the core of me
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| Pulling his life
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| Pulling and pulling and pulling
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| and pulling his life
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| The goldfish are swimming around
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| To feel their water move
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| They’re spinning, they’re spinning
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| They’re making me feel quite hypnotised
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| Outside the crickets
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| Have stopped rubbing their legs
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| Just for us to feel the night
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| Pulling his life
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| Pulling and pulling and pulling
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| and pulling his life |