It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls
There's
You've got red shoes, and the sports car
You think you're
Turn your head off, turn the music up
Dont't let it
Ice cold, Heart stone
You want fresh meat, But I won't
No Android dreamt of Victoria or tube station allergens
Just allergic
One more day on the roller coaster
If I scream they
Kowloon gardens was somewhere a short cut through
'Til I met
Everybody's talking about a new beginning
A new place to drink
Everything that I ever found
I'm switching over to a low
Picture me, on a postcard
Picture me, on a magazine
Call me
On
On heavenly Sunday as he touches your insides
He said the
Jimmy came down from the northwest, Said there's a couple
Wrap your body around me so we are one
Wrap your
Turn your head off, turn the nusic upDont't let it
Backwords words, he got emShut up, I'm talkingThis time, you'll
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