| Gravity, gravity is pulling me
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| It’s why we get, why we get so lonely
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| Falling down, falling down the subway
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| I’m holding you, holding me, the trampoline
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| Gravity is pulling me
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| It’s why you get, why you get so close to me
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| Paint it gold my, my silver soul
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| The television screaming at the radio
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| Oh my God, the chemicals
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| The television screaming at the radio (radio-o-o)
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| The television screaming at the radio
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| Follow me, follow me my sixteen
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| Follow me, follow me, my everything
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| You’re falling from, falling from the hard ropes
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| You can hope and you can jump on your trampoline
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| Paint it gold my, my silver soul
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| The television screaming at the radio
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| Oh my God, the chemicals
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| The television screaming at the radio (radio-o-o)
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| The television screaming at the radio
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| And I can’t breathe too
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| You are part of thing to me
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| This plastic bag it flew
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| Out of love with you
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| And I can’t breathe
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| You are part of thing to me
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| This paper house it grew
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| Out of love with you
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| I’m out of love with you
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| Paint it gold my, my silver soul
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| So the television screaming at the radio
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| Oh my God, the chemicals
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| The television screaming at the radio (radio-o-o)
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| Screaming at the radio
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| The television screaming at the radio! |