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Sunday on a whim
Things are falling in
You made it to your bed
But stayed up all night instead
My eyes are glossed
My head is tossed
I'm writhing
Underneath your gaze
Don't you wanna know
How the sting will go
I wonder
How things became so strange
The battle brings new light
Train the disco lights
On me
Drinking black champagne
Diamonds in my veins
My hands are growing old
My teeth are paved with gold
My eyes are glossed
My head is tossed
I'm writhing
Underneath your gaze
The battle brings new light
Train the disco lights
On me