I am no messenger
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But I will give you a message
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A message, of death
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When you’re cycling through the city at night
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And you’re dodging these apartment lines
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I got my fingers greasy and you didn’t care
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I was fixing the chain while you’re fixin' your hair
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I was rolling on tarmac, walking on air
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Fixing your hair
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Passed the beach huts on the promenade
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Cause it doesn’t matter where we are
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Oh when you’re on the stunt pegs and I’m in the chair
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I was pulling a wheelie, you were pulling my hair
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They’ll never catch us!
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Cause we’re catching air!
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Fixing your hair
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Fixing your hair
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us, ahhh
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Fixing your hair
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Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us
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Nothing’s gonna stop us now |