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I can have my cherries and you can have your real |
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And we can screw in lava till the |
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Gods lick at our heels |
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We were born in oil a million years ago |
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And we can push the buttons of the come that makes us go |
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Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go |
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Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go |
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Makes us go, makes us go, makes us |
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When I spoke with |
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Saturn, he told me |
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I was gone |
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But I can't lick eruption when my pulls |
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Tells me it's strong, there's a tiny little monkey |
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He lives inside my head he whispers on your mind |
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In sleeps and tucks you into bed |
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In your bed, in your bed, in your bed |
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In your bed, in your bed, in your bed |
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In your bed, in your bed, in your bed |
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In your bed, in your bed, in your bed |
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In your bed, in your bed, in your bed |
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I can smell invasion, red excited mind |
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I can see the general dropping into flaming pines |
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We just plugged forever, we just saved the day |
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Kiss your little self for me, everything's okay |
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It's okay, it's okay, it's okay |
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It's okay, it's okay, it's okay |
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It's okay, it's okay, it's okay... |
