Violet
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It bleeds purple behind lucid eyes
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Negatives flash reverse of real life
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Promises made with India ink
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Bite your lip, there's a flush in your cheeks
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Hold it
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Mercury pir of travellers and thieves
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Grant us speed, wisdom, and winged feet
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Flying through the night
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Thunderbolt blinding temporary
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Born of foam, we ride through moon coloured streets
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There's lightning in our hair
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Wildcat
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Turn the volume, turn the tone
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Wildcat
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I'm in stereo
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Pull me close; tell me it will always feel so right
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In the cold chill of a crisp October night
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Can you take a moment, turn it infinite?
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Tell me
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Love is eternal
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Wildcat
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Pretty Girls Make Graves |