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The Bohicas
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Somehow You Know What I Mean
I want to see you babe, I don't care how
Insane asylum and I'm breaking out
They got a number on my head, man, everybody wants me dead
But I couldn't care less right now
I find you floating in a fevered dream
Follow the diagonal of your denim jeans
Between these cypress trees
You'll bring it on home to me
How can I tell if this is for real?
I can't explain the way that I feel
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Somehow, you know what I mean
Behind the billboards where the adverts spin
Above the highway where the city begins
And suburbs end in the early A.M.
I'm hungering for your skin
How can I tell if this is for real?
I can't explain the way that I feel
Girl, somehow, somehow, you know what I mean
When no one else does
It's worth killing for, dying, risk hell and high fire for
When you're the only person, only one that I adore
Somehow, you know what I mean
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Hell is empty and we party on the crust of this
Hollowed out, spinning sphere
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Hell is empty and all the devils are here
How can I tell if this is for real?
I can't explain the way that I feel
Girl, somehow, somehow, you know what I mean
When no one else does
It's worth killing for, dying, risk hell and high fire for
When you're the only person, only one that I adore
Somehow, you know what I mean
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Hell is empty and we party on the crust of this
Hollowed out, spinning sphere
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Hell is empty and we party on the crust of this
Hollowed out, spinning sphere
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Hell is empty and we party on the crust of this
Hollowed out, spinning sphere
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Hell is empty and we party on the crust of this
Hollowed out, spinning sphere
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
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