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I can feel the earth begin to move
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I hear my needle hit the groove
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And spiral through another day
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I hear my song begin to say
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Kiss me where the sun don't shine
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The past was yours
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But the future's mine
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You're all out of time
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I don't feel too steady on my feet
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I feel hollow I feel weak
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Passion fruit and holy bread
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Fill my guts and ease my head
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Through the early morning sun
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I can see her here she comes
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She bangs the drums
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Have you seen her have you heard
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The way she plays there are no words
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To describe the way I feel
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How could it ever come to pass
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She'll be the first she'll be the last
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To describe the way I feel
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The way I feel
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Have you seen her have you heard
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The way she plays there are no words
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To describe the way I feel
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How could it ever come to pass
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She'll be the first she'll be the last
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To describe the way I feel
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The way I feel
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Have you seen her have you heard
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The way she plays there are no words
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To describe the way I feel
|
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How could it ever come to pass
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She'll be the first she'll be the last
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To describe the way I feel
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The way I feel
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She Bangs The Drums
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| Stone Roses |
