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Pedalling through |
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The dark currents |
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I find |
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An accurate copy |
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A blueprint |
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Of the pleasure |
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In me |
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Swirling black lilies totally ripe |
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A secret code carved |
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Swirling black lilies totally ripe |
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A secret code carved |
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He offers |
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A handshake |
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Crooked |
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Five fingers |
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They form a pattern |
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Yet to be matched |
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On the surface simplicity |
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But the darkest pit in me |
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It's pagan poetry |
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Pagan poetry |
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Morsecoding signals (signals) |
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They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up |
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(Pulsate) from my hibernating |
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On the surface simplicity |
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Swirling black lilies totally ripe |
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But the darkest pit in me |
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It's pagan poetry |
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Swirling black lilies totally ripe |
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Pagan poetry |
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Swirling black lilies totally ripe |
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.... |
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I love him, I love him |
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I love him, I love him |
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I love him, I love him |
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I love him, I love him |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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This time |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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I'm going to keep it to myself |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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This time |
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I'm going to keep me all to myself |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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And he makes me want to hand myself over |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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(She loves him, she loves him) |
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And he makes me want to hand myself over |
