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In the middle of the night it came to me |
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A bridge to your ecstasy |
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Images of a burned out hell |
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You coming in with your mission bell |
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Don't sit, waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Little sister, let's go downtown |
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And dance to the night sounds |
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Hear the bass wafting down the hill |
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From Echo Park, my Jamaica in L.A. |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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It's in the shadows, in the sweet scent breeze |
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In the riding out of a death disease |
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The prettiness shining into complete |
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In the bitterness burning up in the heat |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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I was drowning in champagne eyes |
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Skipping along in compromise |
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When dignity rattled me on the back |
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And my rebel mind needed to attack |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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My sweetness, you were with me when |
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I was sad at an evolution bend |
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Hiding alone like a rolling stone |
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Now I want to know the power of your home |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Get a lift, feel the power of one |
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Don't sit waiting for the thing to come |
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Laugh in the face of a hundred planet guns |
