| We’d swim through a million quagmires
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| To suck the last cock of what ever just f*cked you
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| My baby rocks back and forth tonight
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| This dance lasts a thousand years
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| Moonlight sparks off the bodies of friends
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| And my heart fades as we dig graves
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| For songs we’ll never sing
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| We the dead weight, in the life raft
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| Teeth float round mingled ash
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| Celebrate art, celebrate all
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| The things we’ll never have
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| Yeah, every heart beat sings the new beat
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| Thank god we’re gold
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| Oh no what have we done
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| Gone and lost the minatours son
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| Straight news lines, broken times
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| Keep hands inside the car
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| Vagrant waylines for our own crimes
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| Jesus Christ is a playing card
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| But as the car slips down in the river
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| Lungs fill up with shredded paper
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| Yeah, every heart beat sings the new beat
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| Thank god we’re gold
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| We sing the chorus, we sing the stars, we sing whatever we are
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| Power arrangements, five as one, we’re dead weight
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| Yeah, every heart beat sings the new beat
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| Thank god we’re gold |