We Fly
Turn me on like your coffee machine
Yes, please, downtown methamphetamine
Ask me, baby, if I wanna be free
'Cause I know you wanna be free to me
Oh, yes, I've found a place
Where the music's louder than the war in my mind
We're comets lost in space
With our stoned wings, baby, we're gonna fly
Turn me on like your coffee machine
Oui, s'il te plait, downtown serotonin
I won't tell a single soul
No one has to know that
Now love is a prisoner
In a dungeon of stone
Full of cigarette smoke
And ashen lights
Heaven's a place on Earth
Called Barba Galore
With our vanilla men
Baby, we fly
Turn it up and drop it like it's hot
'Cause I've been drowned by a rain that I loved
Don't listen to what they're saying, dear
Why make fruit salad when you only like pears?
Oh, tell me, am I wrong
For leaving everyone I ever knew behind?
Love ain't a decision
And besides, I don't care 'cause you're the one I like
Turn me on like your coffee machine
Don't let the rain I love drown
Keep it on the low, I won't
Tell a single soul that
Now love is a prisoner
In a dungeon of stone
Full of cigarette smoke
And ashen lights
Heaven's a place on Earth
Called Barba Galore
With our vanilla men
Baby, we...
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
Pain is a lie and life is like a garden
I'm a loaded gun and, baby, you're my target
Now love is a prisoner
In a dungeon of stone
Full of cigarette smoke
And ashen lights
Heaven's a place on Earth
Called Barba Galore
With our vanilla men
Baby, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
Yes, please, downtown methamphetamine
Ask me, baby, if I wanna be free
'Cause I know you wanna be free to me
Oh, yes, I've found a place
Where the music's louder than the war in my mind
We're comets lost in space
With our stoned wings, baby, we're gonna fly
Turn me on like your coffee machine
Oui, s'il te plait, downtown serotonin
I won't tell a single soul
No one has to know that
Now love is a prisoner
In a dungeon of stone
Full of cigarette smoke
And ashen lights
Heaven's a place on Earth
Called Barba Galore
With our vanilla men
Baby, we fly
Turn it up and drop it like it's hot
'Cause I've been drowned by a rain that I loved
Don't listen to what they're saying, dear
Why make fruit salad when you only like pears?
Oh, tell me, am I wrong
For leaving everyone I ever knew behind?
Love ain't a decision
And besides, I don't care 'cause you're the one I like
Turn me on like your coffee machine
Don't let the rain I love drown
Keep it on the low, I won't
Tell a single soul that
Now love is a prisoner
In a dungeon of stone
Full of cigarette smoke
And ashen lights
Heaven's a place on Earth
Called Barba Galore
With our vanilla men
Baby, we...
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
Pain is a lie and life is like a garden
I'm a loaded gun and, baby, you're my target
Now love is a prisoner
In a dungeon of stone
Full of cigarette smoke
And ashen lights
Heaven's a place on Earth
Called Barba Galore
With our vanilla men
Baby, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
We fly, we fly
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