| We explore the men’s room
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| We don’t give a shit
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| Ladies lost electricity
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| Take vows inside of it
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| Desire to dance
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| Too started to try
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| Wrap my legs round you
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| Starting to fly
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| Let’s explore
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| Up there up there up there
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| On the twenty-fifth floor
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| Circle all around me
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| Coming for the kill kill kill
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| Oh, kill me baby
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| Like a kamikaze
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| Heading for a spill
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| Oh it’s all spilt milk to me
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| Desire to dance
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| Too startled to try
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| Wrap mu legs round you
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| Starting to fly let’soar
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| Up there up there up there
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| On the twenty-fifth floor
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| We do not eat
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| Flower or creation
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| We do not eat anything at all
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| Love is love was
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| Love is a manifestation
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| I’m waiting for a contact or call
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| Love’s war. |
| Love’s cruel
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| Love’s pretty
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| Love’s pretty cruel tonight
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| I’m waiting here to refuel
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| I’m gonna make contact tonight
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| Love in my heart
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| The night to exploit
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| Twenty-five stories over Detroit
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| And there’s more up there up there up there
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| Stoned in space. |
| Zeus. |
| Christ
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| It has always been rock and so it is
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| Ans so it shall be within the context of neo rock
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| We must open up our eyes
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| And seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order
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| Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform
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| waste
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| The transformation of waste
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| The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest preoccupation
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| Of man being the chosen alloy he must be reconnected-
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| Via shit at all cost inherent
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| Within us is the dream of the alchemist
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| To create from the clay of man
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| And to re-create from excretion of man
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| Pure and then soft and then solid gold
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| All must not be art
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| Some art we must disintegrate
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| Positive
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| Anarchy
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| Must exist |