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If I wake in the morning, I'll only need two more miracles to be a saint. Everything I promised everyone I'd be well I just ain't.
Turns out I saw them a couple of days ago. They were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing.
I swear this like a sailor, love is not a favor, I find it's just a concept that we live inside.
The time my dad caught me a horse shoe crab. And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back.
I never heard the words that were spoken, with the rumored nights, with the rendezvous. I never thought the whispers were true 'til now.
My oh my! I think my mind is gone, I'm left here wondering "Was I crazy all along?" What do I do? Nothing left but pray, gonna shoot somebody. Help me drive this craziness away, I'm happy on my own.
When you were a child I was lost in the wild but you built a home for me in the groove. I was burn in the cold, turn up the heat. I know one day we will sleep for days.
Darkened nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings. All of these are the prettiest things when I'm in love.
We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found. I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
I'm burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred dregrees, that's why the call me Mr Fahrenheit. I'm travelling at the speed of light, I'm gonna make a supersonic woman of you!
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