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Motorcycles do figure eights, on the forecourt by the multiplex. |
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Phone sex via application, the dull swagger of intimidation. |
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The rush of confusion |
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Replaced by comprehension |
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Pixellated punishment |
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Desire's the only crime |
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The calmness of the pack |
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Whose power is in decline |
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These violent dreams are nothing new |
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Don't think that she won't leave you |
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Here come |
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The animals |
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Two by Two |
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Makes my body feel wet through |
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High-pitched MCs |
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Digital thrill |
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The drunks vibrate |
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The beat seeps through |
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Wound-down car windows |
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On the corner of the Banlieue |
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Here come |
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The animals |
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Two by Two |
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Makes my body feel wet through |
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We've been told that we can take it |
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Everything we ever wanted |
