Russel Hobbs Presents a Flamin' Hot Song Machine Mix

Spinin' around the world at night
Spin around in black and white
Strange times to see the light

In the valley where you wake up every beautiful day
In the world you created where your image is golden
In the valley made of mirrors, oh the light is so bright
You can feel like a pagan
You can feel like a pagan
In the valley (Feel like a pagan)
In the valley (Feel like a pagan)

The lost chord
The lost chord
The lost chord
I go harder, harder (Take me into the garden)
The lost chord (The lost chord)
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)

You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit
You can borrow my hands and tell me I'm not here
I'm a mad Pac-Man living in a leveled
World everywhere I go I don't know where I am

I called my dealer, I said "Share the white with all of us"
I told him we've been so nice don't turn on us (don't turn on us)
He said funny how the time flies by (flies by) so fast
If we do all of these line (these lines) we'll go up

The phantom is coming
You forgot, and that makes me feel like no love
She's crossing over the line
Wait, I've got so many examples of all of the good times we had
Seems to me I'm in a dream (long summer nights)
(Put your name in my rhyme, refresh your memory)
These summer lights (Of where you wanna be the
Phantoms on the way) She's coming down the street

High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, hight tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
And it feels like I'm falling in, again

It's so frank
Here comes your beautiful day
Super gorilla

Super gorilla
Hope the radiant light is shining on you
Grindin', lovin', singin', huggin', livin', get it, stack it
Run it, dancin', flyin', people, wake up, come on, keep on dreamin'
Don't stop lovin', tryin', growin'
Don't stop
They gon' try to slow you
Don't stop
Never, ever, blow out, don't stop London, Paris, LA

We're dead butterflies (butterflies butterflies)
Laid out on a sprung floor (floor floor)
Waited for a long time
To pick us up and fly (fly fly fly)

You could do so much better than this
Mausoleum faces, and momentary bliss
We could do so much better than this
Oh, Rita
Oh, Rita