| I can feel the earth begin to move
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| I hear my needle hit the groove
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| And spiral through another day
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| I hear my song begin to say
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| Kiss me where the sun don’t shine
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| The past was yours
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| But the future’s mine
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| You’re all out of time
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| I don’t feel too steady on my feet
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| I feel hollow I feel weak
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| Passion fruit and holy bread
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| Fill my guts and ease my head
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| Through the early morning sun
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| I can see her here she comes
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| She bangs the drums
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| Have you seen her have you heard
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| The way she plays there are no words
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| To describe the way I feel
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| How could it ever come to pass
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| She’ll be the first she’ll be the last
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| To describe the way I feel
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| The way I feel
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| Have you seen her have you heard
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| The way she plays there are no words
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| To describe the way I feel
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| How could it ever come to pass
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| She’ll be the first she’ll be the last
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| To describe the way I feel
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| The way I feel
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| Have you seen her have you heard
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| The way she plays there are no words
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| To describe the way I feel
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| How could it ever come to pass
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| She’ll be the first she’ll be the last
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| To describe the way I feel
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| The way I feel |