Pulse Songtext
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photo generic, got to flip on the dial.
it's the pompous attitude getting stuck with a shout.
get out!
try and burn all the beat offs.
make them runaway with a smile.
answer to her, she's got the pulse.
sound of broken bottles makes me convulse.
it's the pompous attitude getting stuck with a shout.
get out!
try and burn all the beat offs.
make them runaway with a smile.
answer to her, she's got the pulse.
sound of broken bottles makes me convulse.
churning the tunes.
good attitudes when you're burning it loose.
answer to me, i got the pulse, trashing the country to move on.
shaking the sheep, we're gonna make it.
bringing the news back to you.
answer to us, we got the pulse.
crashing the checks out of rejects.
three is a crowd.
get out!
shredding the text up!
tuning tunes out, i got a crick in my neck.
beefing up the deficit rate.
i need a job that'll pay off, pushing robots out of the way.
answer to her, i got the pulse.
sound of broken bottles makes me convulse.
winning the race. when the leader speaks up.
we're going to put him in his place.
listen to me, i got the pulse, trashing the country to move on.
shaking the sheep, we're gonna make it.
bringing the news back to you.
answer to us, we got the pulse.
crashing the checks out of rejects.
three is a crowd.
get out!
gluing the seems, throw in the boots, i'm quitting the team.
trashing up the memory disk.
this time we're all gonna convulse and find ourselves a century kiss.
good attitudes when you're burning it loose.
answer to me, i got the pulse, trashing the country to move on.
shaking the sheep, we're gonna make it.
bringing the news back to you.
answer to us, we got the pulse.
crashing the checks out of rejects.
three is a crowd.
get out!
shredding the text up!
tuning tunes out, i got a crick in my neck.
beefing up the deficit rate.
i need a job that'll pay off, pushing robots out of the way.
answer to her, i got the pulse.
sound of broken bottles makes me convulse.
winning the race. when the leader speaks up.
we're going to put him in his place.
listen to me, i got the pulse, trashing the country to move on.
shaking the sheep, we're gonna make it.
bringing the news back to you.
answer to us, we got the pulse.
crashing the checks out of rejects.
three is a crowd.
get out!
gluing the seems, throw in the boots, i'm quitting the team.
trashing up the memory disk.
this time we're all gonna convulse and find ourselves a century kiss.
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