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My blood moves |
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I feel all right |
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My ritual followed us to paradise |
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My blood moves |
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I feel all right |
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Don't touch me |
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Cuz i've had too much to feel tonight |
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I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind |
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It's gettin' easy not to suffer all the time |
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My good time |
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I feel all right |
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My ritual followed us to paradise |
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My blood moves i feel all right |
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Don't touch me cuz you're still too much to feel tonight |
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Not tonight, i repeat, me over |
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I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind |
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It's getting easy not to suffer all the time |
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My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age |
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But happy anarchy is all i really crave |
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Trying to be good, while i get my fill |
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Will i get what i need? |
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I don't know if i will |
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When i take it in , will i make it my own again |
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My own again |
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My good time, i feel all right |
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My ritual got my through another night |
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I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind |
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It's getting easy not to suffer all the time |
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My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age |
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But happy anarchy is all i really crave |
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It's all i want. it's all i need |
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So come over. |
