she is benediction
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she is addicted to thee
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she is the root connection
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she is connecting with he
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here I go and I don't know why
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I fell so ceaselessly
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could it be he's taking over me...
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I'm dancing barefoot
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heading for a spin
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some strange music draws me in
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makes me come on like some heroin/e
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she is sublimation
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she is the essence of thee
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she is concentrating on
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he, who is chosen by she
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here I go and I don't know why
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I spin so ceaselessly,
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could it be he's taking over me...
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[chorus]
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she is re-creation
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she, intoxicated by thee
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she has the slow sensation that
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he is levitating with she...
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here I go and I don't know why,
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I spin so ceaselessly,
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'til I lose my sense of gravity...
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[chorus]
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(oh god I fell for you...)
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the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
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the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
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grave visitations
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what is it that calls to us?
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why must we pray screaming?
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why must not death be redefined?
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we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
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and whirl on a pane of glass
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an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
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the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
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(oh god I fell for you...)
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Dancing Barefoot
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| Patti Smith |
