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ah, Tina lives in Berlin her voice so seldom on my machine
Is here tonight and I'm on the market and when I'm on the market words move faster
Wire and clouds move thin between us
Like a skin like a salty skin for a seed of fat circles
Smiling smiling her voice so intentionally smiling
In the clouds between us
These are my intentions
Pushin...
Push
Ah...
Through the club a blonde is carryin somethin is carryin me
I'm someone I used to be a grey plastic someone blue plastic
Girl your cream is pushin pushin and
Pushin...
Pushed away
Your body is-a pushin...
Pushed away
Come before the unbelieve
Carryin some lipstick for the boyfriend blonde
Between the rolls of sheets is professionally poised
The faces are watching her
She's watchin the faces watchin her
Pushin...
Push
Pushin
Push
Love
Ah
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