| Body will not tire nor skin crack
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| Unslowable limbs singing
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| Go up on toes under streetlamps
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| Keep their heads ringing
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| Our golden arms stretched out to the sky
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| Do what you want to do all of the time
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| Shining like gold in the darkest drunk night
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| The present, forever, until we
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| Dusted with the pollen of «Triumph»
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| We bomb atomically
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| Flex the white gold tarantula
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| Can you feel it now tell me?
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| Our golden arms stretched out to the sky
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| Do what you want to do all of the time
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| Shining like gold in the darkest drunk night
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| The present, forever, until we
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| It’s not too much for me to jam
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| As the crow flies-straight through the heart of it
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| Apollo showtime-now starting it
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| Come morning recall not a part of it
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| Dig my fingers straight to the heart of it
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| Our golden arms stretched out to the sky
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| Do what you want to do all of the time
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| Shining like gold in the darkest drunk night
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| The present, forever, until we (die) |