| I am no Bible binner
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| Petty sinner or scandal spinner
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| But you can stuff your chastity
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| Your «wait and see», your «not ready»
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| 'Cause we are vigilantes
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| We’re on the streets, we’re running free
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| And you could have me anytime
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| Just flutter those «come to bed» eyes
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Lest I crush the softest among us
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| The universe has us locked in a death spin
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| Not enough fucking and too much of wondering
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| The wrong place at the right time
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| Stars were aligned
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| You were always mine
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Lest I become He the Colossus
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| When you scrub up, you’re my very hub
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| You’re my sweet cherub, you’re my junkie love
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| You could have me anytime
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| Just flutter those «come to bed» eyes
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Lest I crush the softest among us
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| The universe has us locked in a death spin
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| Not enough fucking and too much of wondering
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| The wrong place at the right time
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| Stars were aligned
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| You were always mine
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Lest I become He the Colossus
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| Ooh, I mean you no harm
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| But everything I touch is barbed
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| Ooh, I mean you no harm
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| But everything just dies in these arms
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Lest I become He the Colossus
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Lest I become He the Colossus
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| He the Colossus
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| Do I dare disturb the universe?
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| Do I dare to disturb the universe?
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| Before it get better it gotta get worse |