Super I think it's bigger than books when
reality steps in
She's a gun with a gun Super I can feel you pull through me
Reality surely
leaves the choice in our hands I could be chemical, I could be a plasticproxypriest
He's got more ends than means, more wants than needs Super I can see one Holy keeps looking over his shoulder
but there's nobody there Super like a cosmic communion
It's the holiest union
that could ever exist What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die or hit the ground Super all the lovers and has teaching the comers and kingpins
how to live with mistakes Super like a cosmic communion
It's the colorless union
of all the love in the world What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die or hit the ground.
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