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She said her favorite color is clear She never chases shots And she walks around in circles with her hair all tied in knots And I know some things about angels you wouldn't believe So take me down to the water to get my disease And the waves crash around our necks And we are not gonna stop until we get enough of it Her favorite sense if fear She smells in on the lips of every other boy who is near And approaching for a kiss And I know some things about heaven you wouldn't believe So take me down to the water to get my disease And the waves crash around our necks And we are not gonna stop until we get enough of it What do you want me to say I have been lost before It doesn't matter anyway What do you want me to say I have been lost before Oh yeah And the waves crash around our necks And we are not gonna stop until we get enough And the waves crash around our necks And we are not gonna stop until we get enough And we are not gonna stop until we get enough And we are not gonna stop until we get enough Of this