| Flipped out far, on cushioned seats
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| Burned out nicely 'cos now it’s happening
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| Try to experience all the feelings
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| That she loves, and then
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| Feel it come rushing to the top
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| She loves madness, so disappear with me
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| Time keeps on moving
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| Despite what she is
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| Try to experience all the things
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| That she wants
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| But down get your fingers burnt again
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| Behind are the secrets that we saw
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| Living colour and the living dead
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| Underneath the cellar door
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| Try to experience all the feelings
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| That she loves
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| Then feel it come rushing to the top |