Consequences, are many out the ...chipped
Flack glass is full, the prize inflated
Sharpen the weapons, of your traits
To joy, as well as you gain
Spinning after, electrons
The slightest move don't take the chance
I could lay in ...health
Skin across the ...belt
Was it in the middle, that's how it felt
Launching into attractive place
Falling from the pure state of grace
52 feet percent, percent, percent, percent, percent.
Writer(s): George Simms, Colin John Newman, Graham Lewis, Robert Selwyn Grey
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