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flipped out far, on cushioned seatsburned out nicely 'cos now it's happeningtry to experience all the feelingsthat she loves, and thenfeel it come rushing to the topshe loves madness, so disappear with metime keeps on movingdespite what she istry to experience all the thingsthat she wantsbut down get your fingers burnt againbehind are the secrets that we sawliving colour and the living deadunderneath the cellar doortry to experience all the feelingsthat she lovesthen feel it come rushing to the top
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