| I want to talk to her, I get a call from her
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| I hear that music and I sing along
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| For all the skulls, they keep on talking
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| You got a landline but you never call it
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| It was the first time, you were the punchline
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| Maybe it could melt in your mouth alright, but
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| You wonder why you’re all alone
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| You got to figure it out, my
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| You got to let the good times back into your life
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| You got to let the good times back into your heart
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| Oh, Bellesy got wiser than she was before
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| Saying, just saying till you’re nothing much more
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| Diane left her shadow on the parquet floor
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| And I’m psychomagic scrubbing it out
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| All through the timespan, all through the lifespans
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| We love into the opposites of critical thought
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| Maybe the engine blow, maybe your mind explode
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| Maybe you figure it out, my god, my little girl
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| You got to figure it out, alright
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| You got to let the good times back into your life
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| You got to let the good times back into your heart
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| You got to let the good times back into your
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| And you got to let the good times back into your
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| And you got to let the good times back into your
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| And you got to let the good times back into your heart |