Find what it takes to make it hook
Give the band a brand new look
They call them trader lovers

Ripping off each other
Thirteen years and under


We dance and fall
Sing loose our voices
Get up and repeat what we just said

Blinded by lights we keep losing our bodies

Roll the dice

Double your chances, roll it twice
Then you might realise
That the prize was worth the flight


I'm alight with fury
Ask the jury

Money in there mouths
Was killer puppetry



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