| You are like the sun, you’re burning blind
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| I can see the magic in your eyes
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| I’m blown away … wind
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| No sense of gravity I spin
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin
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| Feed, feed, feed your sin
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| Give it, give it, give it … penetrate
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| I’m a fiend for fire, you can’t stop me
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| Blind your eyes, … to make a body
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| … hand…
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| Skinny cat, copy funk (?)
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin
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| Feed, feed, feed your sin
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| Give it, give it, give it … penetrate
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| He was a … clean, this motherswingin (?)
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| You are like the sun, you’re burning blind
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| I can see the magic in your eyes
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| I’m blown away … wind
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| No sense of gravity I spin
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| Bobby Gillespie & Martina:
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin
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| Feed, feed, feed your sin
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| Give it, give it, give it … penetrate
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| He was a … clean, this motherswingin (?)
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| Give it, give it, give it
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| (repeated)
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| No one, you and me
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| We see colours they can’t see
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| There’s no one here, just you and me
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| We see colours they can’t see
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| There’s no one here, just you and me
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| We see colours they can’t see
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin
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| Feed, feed, feed your sin
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin
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| Feed, feed, feed your sin
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| Give it, give it give it
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin
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| Feed, feed, feed your sin
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| Give it, give it, give it
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| Slip, slip, slip your skin |