| M’aidez, throw aways, some things here have got to stay
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| A string of pearls, the strangest girl is happy with the western world
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| Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains
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| Diamonds on her tongue and pleasure cuts and teasing
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| M’aidez this is my m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet
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| M’aidez this my m’aidez, m’aidez
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| Dead songs, half way home, still life lived on mobile phones
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| But the girl had wings and precious things under sheets with tangled limbs
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| Wide awake at dawn the sun won’t choose to shine on
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| Silence says it all
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| And reaching up and blessing
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| M’aidez this is my m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet
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| M’aidez this my m’aidez, m’aidez
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| The higher we climb the smaller we seem, mad with possibility
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| No design zig zag girl is happy with the western world
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| Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains
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| Diamonds on her tongue and pleasure cuts and teasing
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| M’aidez this is my m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet
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| M’aidez this my m’aidez, m’aidez |