Am I crazy because I want to touch your skin?
Is it ludicrous that I've got nothing to believe in that was built by
human hands or controlled by demand?
So, if love is true, let's burn the factory, take off your shoes it's
time for dancin'
Are we going nowhere?
We need disaster to love until we're blinded
Indeed we are caught
What if we get free?
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