Am I crazy because I want to touch your skin?
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Is it ludicrous that I've got nothing to believe in that
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was built by human hands or controlled by demand?
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So if love is true, let's burn the factory,
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take off your shoes it's time for dancin'
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I never leave the house without a pocket of pills,
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operator, operator I've got no solitude
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from the digging hands (no way)
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I think I'm losing it and I can't keep up
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operator, operator it's nothing personal
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but i'm choking tears, I'm thinking bout giving in
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It's no better than before, it's just never mentioned
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We keep running this race that can't be won,
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I keep coming up empty
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Doctor doctor you know they try to sell my trust
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and they call me crazy
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Box to box you know it never stops,
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we're playing boomerang highways
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in an endless search for meaning
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I pray for something real
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One kiss for all the world, a taste for all that's precious
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Take it away release all your tension
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All their paper never feels like my lovers kiss
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or the warmth of her touch while we dream
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so if I'm insane so be it, I'll trade in everything
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One kiss for all the world, one more for all that's precious
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Are we going nowhere?
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We need disaster to love until we're blinded
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indeed we are caught, what if we get free?
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Take it away and it's all your strife
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Take it away release all your tension
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...And The Battle Begun
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| RX Bandits |
