As I lay lying to the limit of my chain I stand and pivot a perfect circle Mauve, midnight blue, brown, and purple Your fading gift that remains
With a temperature of 103 That's the temperature, my Gene Kelly
G a s o l i n e G a s o l i n e G a s o l i n e G a s o l i n e
Though my fever so captive for so long Somersaults underwater Or walking through the ground as lava
With a temperature of 103 That's the temperature, my Gene Kelly
Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again A soul now entered my fear monger Three leaded hounds lead in hunger [?]
With a temperature of 103 The three beasts are released on me
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing Now although I know nothing is so
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See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing Now although I know nothing is so
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