| I seen you go down to a cold mirror
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| It was never clearer in my era so
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| You click a shine upon your forehead or
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| Check it by the signs in the corridor
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| You light my ways through the club maze
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| We would struggle through the dub daze
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| I sink myself in hair upon my lover
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| It's how you go down to men's room sink
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| Sad we talk how madmen think
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| I sink myself in hair upon my lover
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| I don't know her from another miss
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| I don't know you from another
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| See me run now you're gone, dream on
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| Why you want to take me to this party and breathe
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| I'm dying to leave
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| Every time we grind you know we sever lines
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| Where have those flowers gone
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| Long time passing
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| Why you keep it testing, keep on tasking
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| I keep on asking
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| They're invisible, when the trip it flips
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| They get physical, way below my lips
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| And everything you got hoi-poloi like
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| Now you're lost and you're lethal
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| And now's about the time you gotta leave all
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| These good people, dream on
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| Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
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| Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top
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| All the variations you could do with me
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| Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free
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| Automatic crystal remote control
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| We come to move your soul
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| You're gonna fade into the background
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| Like a better smoke'll bring you back round
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| Like a man slide inside you my dear
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| Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
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| See 'em run now you're gone, dream on
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| Toy-like people make me boy-like
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| I found a reason
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| I found a reason
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Dream on |