Well, it's been three weekends in a row
That I've been
Well it's friday night and it seems to me
Tonight's not
In my bed of black roses
Where I dream secrets the
I am a hologram
I am the ghost that's laying next
Pretend I'm not alive
Pretend to fall in line
Pretend that you
Go, let it go
Let it go
Put it all behind
For you
Show,
When I say love
Tell me what comes to mind
Is it
Standing there alone
The ship is waiting, all systems are go
"Are
Attraction
Traction
More than your reaction
Action to the touch
Imagine, magine
Well you're sick, sick, sickness spreads
Through those veins into your
What you're cooking in the kitchen
Is it more of your
Well, her name is Little Miss new in town
She said
Oh it's a race race get back to the car
I
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