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Dillon
Strongest taste
Loudest drop
Head is filled
The thought, unlocked
Strongest taste
Loudest drop
Head is filled
The thought, unlocked

You'd be thirteen, I'd be thirty five
Gone to find a place for us to hide
Be together but alone
As the need for it has grown
You'd be thirteen, I'd be thirty five
Gone to find a place for us to hide
Be together but alone
As the need for it has grown

Cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-cha
Cha-cha, cha-cha, ah

A cave or a shed
A car or a bed
A hole in the ground
Or a burial mound
A bush or a tree
Or the Aegean sea
Will do for me

Cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-cha
Cha-cha, cha-cha, ah

I can say that you look pretty
You turn my legs into spaghetti
You set my heart on fire
For you I found a vent
In the bottom of a coal mine
Just enough space for your hands in the inside

If you go
Please let me know

A den or a desert
Perhaps an ink squirt
A cellar, a wishing well, a war
Or a guarantee
Will do for me

For you I found a cell
On the top floor of a prison
Just enough space for you
To fit your feet in
If you go
Please let me know

And I come running with a heart on fire
And I come running with a heart on fire
And I come running with a heart on fire
And I come running with a heart on fire
And I come running with a heart on fire