If I clean my rocket
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We'll go flying today
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And we'll hit the pockets
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Of warm and crispy air
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Oh you lovely boy you smell so sweet
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We ride so well
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And we load our pistols as we perch upon
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My razor wings
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Up to the planets up to the bodies of the galaxy
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We fly we feed we suck we bleed we need...
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If I clean my rocket
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We'll go flying today
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And we'll hit the pockets
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Of warm and crispy air
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Oh we flee the scene of our little crime
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We feel so free
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But the hounds of law they bite our heels
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As we retreat
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Up to the planets up to the bodies
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Of the galaxy we fly we feed we suck we bleed we need...
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Up!
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| M83 |
