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Head over heels in a sideway spiralon borrowed wings and with senses so idlehigh on the hopes 'fore the chemical weddingthe promised state in the perfect settingpraying to the beat-craving to be real
I'm right (x3), I'm wrong
So he said 'cause so he'd readand your delusions are mine insteadconvincing smiles will feed the minda curse put on those left behindyour wizzard's out on bail-the perfect trip's on sale
I'm right (x3),I'm wrong
Spinning 'roundsideways downspinning 'round....
When concentration comes at lastmake shure to blame the highest castefrom way out in the skiesthat made you realise.....
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