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She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go but I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on he
Who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me?
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation
That he is levitating with she
Here I go but I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
The plot of our life sweats in the dark, like a face
The mystery of childbirth itself, grave visitations
What is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming?
Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes, we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass
An afixiation a fix on anything, the line of life, the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that she is blessed among women
Oh God, I fell for you
Oh God, I fell for you
Oh God, I fell for you
Oh God, I fell for you
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