| Ahh, ahh
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| I wanna be on the front line, knotted up suit ties
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| Talking like a headstrong mamma Got a picture in your wallet,
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| Making me a habit wearin' your vintage t-shirt
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| Tied ribbons on your top hat,
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| Tellin' me I’m all that, just like the girls from your hometown
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| Sweet blooded and up-stranded, see if
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| I can stand it, drinking in the shallow water
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| Magnetic everything about you,
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| You really got me, now
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| You did to me so well
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| Hypnotic taking over me
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| Make me feel like someone else
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| You got me talking in my sleep
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| I don’t wanna come back down
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| I don’t wanna touch the ground
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| Pacific Ocean dug so deep
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| Hypnotic taking over me
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| Ahh, aahh
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| White threads on my laces,
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| Struck on the hinges, swinging the door to the back yard
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| 'Cause dwellers walk a tight rope
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| Spot like a bandage touch on the outer surface
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| Bright eyes of the solstice wherever your mind is heading from a freight train
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| city
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| Locked up till you moon it,
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| Brushing my hair back, feeling your lips on my cold neck
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| Magnetic everything about you,
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| You really got me, now
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| You did to me so well
|
| Hypnotic taking over me
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| Make me feel like someone else
|
| You got me talking in my sleep
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| I don’t wanna come back down
|
| I don’t wanna touch the ground
|
| Pacific Ocean dug so deep
|
| Hypnotic taking over me
|
| Hypnotic taking over me
|
| You did to me so well
|
| Hypnotic taking over me
|
| Make me feel like someone else
|
| You got me talking in my sleep
|
| I don’t wanna come back down
|
| I don’t wanna touch the ground
|
| Pacific Ocean dug so deep
|
| Hypnotic taking over me
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| Hypnotic taking over me
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| Hypnotic taking over me
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| Ahh, ahh |