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tied to the wheel
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i'm forced to be suspended
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rock and roll reel
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i send positions to you every single night
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millenium shield
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armed to the teeth
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days turn to years
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i pass through
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there's nothing here worth leaving home for
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i'm coming motorolla
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can't wait to have and hold
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like every new day
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what glitters the moon?
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what crashes the sea?
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when you reach for the stars do you think of me?
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transmission dead
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echoes are so misleading
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fuels only good for speeding
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and distancing me to you
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she's made of gold
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i should have held her closer
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her lips touch my ear to whisper
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no more heroes,
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long live zeros
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i'm coming motorolla
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can't wait to have and hold
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like every new day
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she's white as the night
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and dark as the spring
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she's soft as a dove,
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in spite of her rings
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i was hoping you could be here
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with your medicine ball
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and now i know
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i'll never use this violence
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and darling don't you dabble
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in the seraphin
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one day i'm coming home,
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my motorolla...
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motorolla
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