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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 |
