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� Skin tight �
� I want you to see the light �
� And follow up into the night �
� My dream �
� Comes from the pale light of a bright blue screen �
� It was old, it was cold �
� From the song that was sung �
� And my heart made a noise �
� Like an oil drum �
� But everybody's holding me down �
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� We'll make course again �
� Something lifting you out of the place that you're in �
� It's a pain, it's a crime �
� Angels �
� It's a crime, not a crime �
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� Could you fall for it? �
� For the rays of the world �
� It was all that I got from the falling of a dead angel �
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� Is the crisis a shame? �

� This is not California �
� I know it doesn't look like much �
� This is my way to warn you �
� That it will never be enough �
� If you go to California �
� We will not stay in touch �
� I've never been to California �
� And I will keep it as such �
� But everybody's holding you down �
� I know �
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Something lifting me out of the place that I'm in
It's a tame, let it out
Cause it's just, it's bursting into life
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