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We explore the men's room.
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We don't give a shit.
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Ladies' lost electricity
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take vows inside of it.
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Desire to dance
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Too startled to try.
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Wrap my legs 'round you,
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starting to fly.
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Let's explore
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up there, up there, up there,
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on the twenty-fifth floor.
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Circle all around me,
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coming for the kill, kill, kill
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oh kill me baby
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like a kamikaze
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heading for a spill.
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oh but it's all spilt milk to me.
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Desire to dance
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Too startled to try.
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Wrap my legs 'round you,
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starting to fly.
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Let's soar
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up there, up there, up there,
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on the twenty-fifth floor.
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We do not eat
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flower of creation.
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We do not eat,
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eat anything at all.
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Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
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I'm waiting for a contact to call.
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Love's war. Love's cruel.
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Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
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I'm waiting here to refuel.
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I'm gonna make contact tonight.
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Love in my heart.
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The night to exploit.
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Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
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and there's more
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up there, up there, up there.
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stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so
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it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and
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seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a
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necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.
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the transformation of waste
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the transformation of waste
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the transformation of waste
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the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man.
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man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected-via shit, at all cost.
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inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create
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from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then
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soft and then solid gold.
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all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
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positive (anarchy must exist.)
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in background:
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(i feel it swirling around me
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i feel it feeling no pain
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i'm waiting above for you baby
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i know that I'll see you up there
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i'm floating in a door backward
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on boundaries over this world
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i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
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upon a [ ] ...)
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25th Floor (And High On Rebellion)
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| Patty Smyth |
