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Is that you? Is that, is that really you? |
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To call between my lips |
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Two kangaroo fingers |
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Push through and scratch my back in rhythm |
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Slow foot, slow fast |
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Waiting for a night to wrap around us |
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I could go in there |
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Get some sweet stuff |
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All these things in me |
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(In me) |
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All these things in me |
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(In me) |
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Is that you? Is that, is that really you? |
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To hold beneath my skin |
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Two numbers click between her touch |
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When you pull me down into them |
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Rising and rising |
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(Through the inside of a glass eye painting) |
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Calling me in there |
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Get that sweet stuff |
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All these things in me |
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(In me) |
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All these things in me |
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(In me) |
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Vocoder stuff |
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(Did you walk around the stairs?) |
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Is that you? Is that, is that really you? |
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To crawl between my lips |
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Two kangaroo fingers |
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Push through and scratch my back in rhythm |
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Slow foot, slow fast |
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Waiting for a night to wrap around us |
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I could go in there |
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Get some sweet stuff |
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All these things in me |
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All these things in me |