When I hit on love
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with nothing to back it up
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count me out of luck
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Forgive me if I don't get up
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Forgive me if I don't get up
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forgive me if my numbers don't show
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I'm always aiming to go
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Count me out
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I'm too naive
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for too long I've been absent without leaving
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I go missing out awkward scenes
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daydreaming with a vengeance
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supreme
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I think she knows, I think she knows
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"He's got a skullful
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or kerosene and shortcuts
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balanced on his neck
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overhead, a jet
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full of passengers
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slumbering in his ear
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she's weirder, weirder, weirder
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than at any other time
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she's got his chassis
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nuzzling a foggy bottom line"
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Without Leaving
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| Luxuria |
