She spins magnetic rings
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Around the dark violet heart of god
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She's a magnetic field,
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Shower of sparks,
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When she comes on.
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There's a silent charge
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In a coil of wire
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When the currents pass right through it.
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We're coupled lines in lightning strikes,
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We jump like birds on a vine.
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We're the magnets caught in a metal heart
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Where the blood is pumping through it
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When the needle spins, it sings,
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"Feels like we're in love..."
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He spins magnetic rings that fall apart
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When he's removed from her
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He's a magnetic field
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Under the silver of clouds
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Where the lining of skies
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Looks like the dirt on the ground.
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His only true north is down
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There's a silent charge
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In a coil of wire
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When the currents pass right through it.
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We're coupled lines in lightning strikes,
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We jump like birds on a vine.
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We're the magnets caught in a metal heart
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Where the blood is pumping through it
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When the needle spins, it sings,
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"Feels like we're in love..."
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Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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