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Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
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So... stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate?