الكلمات الأصلية
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As I lay lying to the limit of my chain
I stand and pivot a perfect circle
Move me that blue brown and purple
Your wedding gift that remains
With a temperature of 103
That's the temperature my cheek can leave
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
Do re mi fa soak captive for so long
Somersaults underwater
Are walking through the grandest lover
With a temperature of 103
That's the temperature my cheek can leave
Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again
A soul one feet mongler
3 Legged hands in hunger
With a temperature of 103
The three beasts are released on me
So far that's all I got
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
