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Contact High

Indeed, David Bowie and Kevin Bacon.

But he reminds me more of Julian Assange. Well. That’s the nerd in me.

If one of these two walls could speak
I’d turn the lights down long enough to hit repeat, babe
Right now my vision is gone and magic’s to blame
It’s silent down here, hey I want to get loud again
You’ll hold the thunder while I bring the rain

I might be busy doing nothing but I’ve had my share
D-doo do, d-doo do, d-doo do, d-doo do
You’ve got a strange infatuation with the elements in the air
D-doo do, d-doo do

Contact high
I’m done dreamin’ that we can fly
Am I guilty? Boy, you decide
I’ve got nothing to hide

Four letter words
Won’t hold any sway, uh, uh
And in a paradise
That shakes the word romantic to the bone

Mystical forces are circling me
While perfect nostalgia is dating the enemy
Lost in the ether with no one to blame
It’s silent down here, maybe I want to get loud again

Contact high
I’m done dreamin’ that we can fly
Am I guilty? Boy, you decide
I’ve got nothing to hide

(When we touch I get a)
Contact high
I’m done leaving if we can try
Am I guilty? Boy, you decide
I’ve got nothing to hide

I might be busy doing nothing but I’ve had my share
D-doo do, d-doo do, d-doo do, d-doo do, d-doo do
You’ve got a strange infatuation with the elements in the air
D-doo do, d-doo do

Contact high
I’m done dreaming that we can fly
Am I guilty? Boy, you decide
I’ve got nothing to hide

(When we touch I get a)
Contact high
Contact high
Contact high

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