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Thirteen Thirtyfive
Strongest taste loudest drop head is filled the thought, unlocked Strongest taste loudest drop head is filled you'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five gone to find a place for us to hide be together, but alone as the need for it has grown cha cha, cha cha, cha cha cha cha, cha cha a cave or a shed a car or a bed a hole in the ground or a burial mound a bush or a tree or the aegean sea, will do for me cha cha, cha cha, cha cha cha cha, cha cha I can say that you look pretty you turn my legs into spaghetti you set my heart on fire For you I found a vent in the bottom of a coal mine just enough space for your hands in the inside If you go do let me know You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five gone to find a place for us to hide A den or a dessert perhaps an ink squirt a cellar, a wishing well, a war or a guarantee will do for me For you I found a cell on the top floor of a prison just enough space for you to fit your feet in if you go do let me know I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire art on fire