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Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds |
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And famously the feeling that you can't squeeze ground |
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While tearing off another page of loose change outrage |
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It's another perfect day until the night shows |
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Exploding international, the wind did howl |
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The sky above was thick with rings of smoke and clouds |
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And hanging on the bleeding end of conscious, who's this? |
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Was there anything |
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I missed, as far as you know? |
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As far as you know? |
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Was it all for swinging you around? |
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All for swinging you around |
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Exploding international, the sun, the sights |
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The moments you are viewing through a beam of light |
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Propel you through the golden age we crash-land the first page |
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On a crumbling world stage, into the front rows |
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Into the front rows |
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And all for swinging you around |
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All for swinging you around |
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And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round |
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And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round |
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And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round |
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Spinning round, spinning round |
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We're twisting incognito with no time, cant talk |
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Cant tell if this is fantasy or culture shock |
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Or remnants of a golden age that's near mint unplayed |
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Or a welcome overstayed beneath the light show |
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Beneath the light show |
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All for swinging you around |
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All for swinging you around |
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All for swinging you around |
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All for swinging you around |
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All for swinging you around |
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All for swinging you around |
