| I’m caught in excitement
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| An unusual spell
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| It’s pure in a sense
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| And abstract from our lives
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| And we talked a lot,
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| Abstraction came into focus
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| Her tales of the tour
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| And a hardcore life
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| Were unmatched by the
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| Pop sub-culture in mine
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| And we talked a lot
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| And soon it would come into focus
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| (I tried to focus, I tried to focus! woah!)
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| There’s no time for fighting
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| Any sex is personal
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| Information not appealing
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| To me in any sense at all
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| Is it wrong to think
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| I’m a traditional man?
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| I’d hope I’d be up
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| For an annexation of that
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| Yea, a part of me
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| Can deal with this open relations
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| But concept to do
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| Is like yes to a goal
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| It’s unclear how it happens
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| Maybe we’ll act how we planned it
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| We sure talked a lot
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| And soon it came into focus
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| (I tried to focus, I tried to focus! woah!)
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| There’s no time for fighting
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| Any sex is personal
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| Keep your head above the meaning
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| And devotion doesn’t swell
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| Any sexual encounter
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| Adds an awful twisting touch
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| It’s like scamming in the 90's
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| But getting used to this is hard
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| There’s no time for fighting
|
| Any sex is personal
|
| Keep your head above the meaning
|
| And devotion doesn’t swell
|
| Any sexual encounter
|
| Adds an awful twisting touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
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| It’s like scamming in the 90's
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| But getting used to this is hard |