| 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 |