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Burning Bitches 4 Life
04:04
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even if you lay down in your bed,
there's still somethin left to be said,
no, no don't be sad
burning bitches 4 life
easy to know,
there's no surprise,
easy, ease your fire
take it slow,
tune in the radio
even if you lay stoned in your bed
there's still somethin left to be said,
no, no I won't forget
burning bitches 4 life
easy to know,
there's no surprise,
easy, ease your fire
take it slow,
tune in the radio
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2. |
Indiana
03:35
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baby your good tan is gone,
as it is,
seven million children born to channel in,
I put my middle finger in your fantasy,
your scone is seasoned,
so is she
god it suits you well,
you're the shit,
she is sunlit,
her raincoat burning on her skin,
I wonder what's the reason for this stream again,
a wandering mum,
a wondering son
baby your good tan is gone,
as it is,
seven million children born to channel in
I wanna hear 'bout,
I wanna know,
in this city,
one by one
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3. |
Junglefever
04:01
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take me to your home
on the verge, of screaming for you
lose control,
at your home
maybe you could take me with you
change,
I can change,
I can change
you could dive into my eyes,
lies,
closing my eyes, too tired for,
you could take me by my hand,
and drag me far into your land
change,
I can change,
I can change
take me to your home
I'm in front,
waiting for you,
lose control,
at your home,
baby you can take me with you
change,
I can change,
I can change
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4. |
Psychic
03:40
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it seems to be untold
time goes by,
it seems to be untold,
beyond this story lies,
forever,
I'm holding on my dreams,
they are the only thing that's left,
I'm holding on my dreams,
I can't waste them,
I'm holding on my dreams,
they are the only thing that's left
I am a psychic,
no there's no magic,
I simply imagine,
hold on, there's my bone,
six feet under (maggots in your head)
all the sunshine you,
spread into me,
It's gone forever when you stick with me
I'm holding on my dreams,
they are the only thing that's left,
I'm holding on my dreams,
I can't waste them,
I'm holding on my dreams,
they are the only thing that's left
Cypher has chosen the steak, (ignorance is bliss)
the chosen one will break, how come,
electric sheep,
deep in my dreams,
maybe I'm a robot in tears (fuck, I can't read the captcha)
and you will show up in my mind,
inspired by you, so loose and kind,
I never thought, I never thought, I'd need you so
what a sick drain, ain't it gonna eat your pain
nobody knows
I'm holding on my dreams
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