The diesel is so nice I just need something
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The barometer's falling down, I feel so sultry
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Something is simmering and boiling inside me
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If I ignore it and squeeze out laughter
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I charge up with a typhoon, hurricanes and storms
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I just need the diesel
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I just find the smell
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I just sniff it and I can feel the harbour just close by
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I just try to sniff the diesel but I can't
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A tide with an undertow, the sea is swelling
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Impatience makes me foam
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A wave inside me forces out big words
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They splash and sprinkle
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An angry torrent breaking loose, a flush or rushing joy
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The diesel,
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It just makes me feel
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It just fills my veins so quickly
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I don't know why it just does
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I'm down by the harbour
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A cigarette would be ideal
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Then I remember that the diesel...
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And I can't help it, I'm exploding again
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I'm calling weather station NOMAD
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And satellite NIMBUS
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It's a blizzard inside me, a bomb ticking
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This is the tidal wave
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Here comes the tidal wave.
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TIDAL WAVE
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| Bjork |
