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Senseless up and down we go

Six thousand million million million times a pushing

It's a crisis point that comes then goes

But who care who cares

I'm so quick that I can't tell the difference

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Well you could not be in better hands

Try to accept when it comes down to love

You please yourself

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People laugh

So hard to understand

Learn to expect that

That only you see

You don't need them either

No defense no self control

Ten thousand days and it's not brave

It still remains so empty

No desire to feel at home

It's no help

Stand back just relax and hand it to yourself

You'll either take to heart what people say

Or toss it all away

Aaaaaah

Make yourself dance

Aaaaaah

Make yourself dance

Aaaaaah

Make yourself dance

Aaaaaah

Round and round and round it goes

Six thousand million million million times for nothing

It's a crisis point too hard to hold

But who care who cares

Nobody's there so no one know the difference

Autoerotic

Well you could not be in better hands

Try to accept when it comes down to love

You please yourself

Autoerotic

People laugh

So hard to understand

Learn to expect that

That only you see

You don't need them either

No desire to nicer than real things

When it comes down to love you please yourself

People laugh

So hard to understand

That only you see

You don't need them either

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