| Hold me closely, don’t be careful
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| Easy does it, don’t you know I’m sick to my stomach
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| So reach your hand back, flick the switch on the portable
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| Lofi radio and kick the beat in
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah…
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| I’m fading away, but
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| I don’t mind, it’s so much fun
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| Getting lost with you in the sun
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| Ego tryptophane you make me high
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| You lull me down and I wonder just why
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| Driving faster, so much faster when we get there
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| Well it be a slow day out in the desert?
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| There’s so many daydreams along this road
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| A fountain in my head is on
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| I think it might explode
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| I think it might
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah…
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| I can’t stay awake
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| I fall asleep and drift away
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| But I don’t mind, it’s so much fun
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| Getting lost with you in the sun
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| Ego tryptophane you make me high
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| You lull me down and I wonder just why
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…
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| I don’t mind, it’s so much fun
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| Getting lost with you in the sun
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| Ego tryptophane you make me high
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| You lull me down and I wonder why
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| I wonder why, I wonder why, I wonder just why…
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| Hold me closely, don’t you know I’m sick |