| Thrust in deep, there are no limitations
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| Wing shaped constellations everywhere now
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| Creep, babe, creep your life’s a suicide
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| And I said «I'm gonna ride it» She don’t care now
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| Yeah! |
| Maybe -- the night ride gonna bleed
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| Yeah! |
| Maybe -- this is what ch’all need!
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| Sink’n deep into your destination
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| Dig the demolition everywhere, now
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| Creep, babe, creep into your ring 'o' fire
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| Burned out on the wire -- She don’t care, now
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| («It has been established that persons who have recently died have been
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| returning to life and committing acts of murder. |
| Widespread investigation of
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| reports from funeral homes, morgues, and hospitals has concluded that the
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| unburied dead are coming back to life and seeking human victims.
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| It’s hard for us here to believe what we’re reporting to you, but it does seem
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| to be a fact.»)
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| Yeah! |
| Open the darkness an hour later to the minute
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| Move under the guilty she went deep into the corner
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| Snap dog city hypnotize and break the mercury
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| Rig test -- Oil inject freak hallucination
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| Shot through the backdoor buzz a whirling locomotion
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| West straight to another, through the sea of love
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| Life on the line, still in time, you will find «She has gone away.»
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| Don’t ask why, super sky, live or die, «She has gone away.»
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| Figure this, no more, sis, Spanish kiss, «She has gone away.»
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| Thrust into a diamond generation
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| Dexceleration everywhere
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| Up from hell a missile to the moon and
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| Zero to the 3 and
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| 4 and 5 and
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| How fast can you really move me
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!
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| A ritual electro-nation — yow! |