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When i hit on love
With nothing to back it up
Count me out of luck
Forgive me if i don't get up
Forgive me if i don't get up
Forgive me if my numbers don't show
I'm always aiming to go
Count me out
I'm too naive
For too long i've been absent without leaving
I go missing out awkward scenes
Daydreaming with a vengeance
Supreme
I think she knows, i think she knows
"he's got a skullful
Or kerosene and shortcuts
Balanced on his neck
Overhead, a jet
Full of passengers
Slumbering in his ear
She's weirder, weirder, weirder
Than at any other time
She's got his chassis
Nuzzling a foggy bottom line"
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