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to put me right

'Cause if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
You got to run on heavy, heavy fuel
Heavy, heavy fuel
Cue to your face so forsaken 
Crushed by the way that you cry 
Cue to your face so forsaken 
What a surprise 

[Chorus]
You try to break
your heart
I drill deep and sap you dry
Break you down and sell the parts
For what money just can't buy

Because I use love like fuel
The pain it
me and
I'll take my cue
Ain't you guessed by now
I'm sold on you

The late bus is leaving
From the lonely station
So grab your silk stockings
"You got some money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane
with 
Everything you've got 
Don't pass me by 
And never stop 
Step across and 
Fill my cup 
Gimme more 
It's not enough 
Rejuvenate me 
Fuel me
to put me right
'cause if you want to run cool
If you want to run cool
If you want to run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

My life makes
I wish you slow death,
Slow death by grinding

Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
through 
Machines that makes you 

Wither away 
Death of the soul 
Indoctrinated in false grace 

Bio-machinery 
Mind and machinery 
Fear now fuels
Well you're a liar and
Your cues are all wrong
But I can't count all the ways you woo me
I watch you capture
What I can't hold
Now make it make
on cue
That's what I love about you
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes me believe in love the way you do

For
There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours
I got to double drive down south by 35
I got the hammer down Detroit made
5 25 pushing my ass right
got the message on my machine,
The party starts at 10:15
So tell me, can you give me a ride?
Drop what you're doing and meet me outside!

(v2)
by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
free
She set herself free

the voice of the world will always lead you home (and you know)
The floodgates await the rivers early thaw
Missed your cue
you laugh they can't kill you
These thoughts i have they seem
To pass me by
Like a cloud

Fuel and release!
Happiness is good for an hour
Fuel
by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
the way she walk

Turn into liquid
With her legs on fire
Gold and feathers
Hanging by a thread

Fuel for fantasy
Smoother than an angel
Sweat fed
standin' side by side 
(Oooo rev it up now) 
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen 
(Oooo rev it up now) 
Revvin' up our engines and it
cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over
Dialogue, "Where would you like to spoon?"
My cue, with you, underneath the silvery moon.

By the light of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon, to my honey
Dialogue, "Where would you like to spoon?"
My cue, with you, underneath the silvery moon.

By the light of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon, to my honey
Turning thistledown laughter
I would take her blue cue too late
I would say the words
Almost anything
Just to catch what she's after
But you don't believe
to fuel
You wanna fire my fuel?
I'll fire back a fuck you!
at the catwalk
Jealously is my fuel
At the catwalk

You won’t see me lose my cool
Lights on, cameras, looks on me
I make the front page of every magazine
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