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Running to the station, holding hands
Now the volcano is flowing red
Something there will change us into sand

Now, we'll be forever holding hands
Lava and tephra will form our bed
Now, the royal flames of Pompeii, bless
All our senses, all our senses, all our senses
Running to the station, holding hands   Now the volcano is flowing red   Something there will change us into sand      Now, we'll be forever holding hands   Lava and tephra will form our bed   Now, the royal flames of Pompeii, bless   All our senses, all our senses, all our senses