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She is benediction |
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She is addicted to thee |
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She is the root connection |
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She is connecting with he |
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Here I go and |
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I don't know why |
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I fell so ceaselessly |
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Could it be he's taking over me... [Chorus:] |
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I'm dancing barefoot |
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Heading for a spin |
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Some strange music draws me in |
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Makes me come on like some heroin/e |
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She is sublimation |
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She is the essence of thee |
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She is concentrating on |
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He, who is chosen by she |
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Here I go and |
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I don't know why |
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I spin so ceaselessly, |
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Could it be he's taking over me... [Chorus] |
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She is re-creation |
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She, intoxicated by thee |
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She has the slow sensation that |
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He is levitating with she ... |
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Here I go and |
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I don't know why, |
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I spin so ceaselessly, 'til |
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I lose my sense of gravity... [Chorus] (oh god I fell for you...) |
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The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face |
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The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself |
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Grave visitations |
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What is it that calls to us? |
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Why must we pray screaming? |
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Why must not death be redefined? |
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We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms |
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And whirl on a pane of glass |
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An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree |
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The hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women. (oh god I fell for you...) |
