| I’ve got the cash if you’ve got the hoax
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| It’s been a rough week, it’s been an unproductive month
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| A swipe contact with reality for a country house
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| And a bright translucent daydream
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| Don’t you get bored, with them giving you nothing
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| I only press pause when you press play in my stomach
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| Flowerball, flowerball
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| How can you waltz in my bloodstream
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| And then never call?
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| You make me shake, like the way you fall
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| If I work on and on and I want more
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| I’ll take the punch if you’ll sell the kick
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| It’s been a while since we tripped the light
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| Fantastic, I wanna hear gets us a symbol sing
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| I’m tired of this ciphering her scene, our fax machine
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| Don’t you get bored, with them giving you nothing
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| I only press pause when you press play in my stomach
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| Flowerball, flowerball
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| How can you waltz in my bloodstream
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| And then never call?
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| You make me shake, like the way you fall
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| If I work on and on and I want more
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| I want more!
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| Like a film needs an audience
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| And like a skeptic needs a church
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| It’s not fun unless it hurts
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| Flowerball
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| How can you waltz in my bloodstream
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| And then never call?
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| You make me shake, shake like the way you fall
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| If I work on and on and I want more
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| I want more |