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You wore that chrome coat
Under the star-map moon
Spun me in a circle
Like a silver cartoon
Your boots on the landing
Your grin on the glass
You said, "Buckle up, baby
This fever's made to last"
I saw your rocket heart
Behind that polished grin
A little danger
And a lot of wind
Raygun Gothic
Pull me in
Raygun Gothic
Let me spin
Your name goes bright
Through my ribs
Raygun Gothic
I want in
You keep a red sundial
In a pocket of gold
You talk like a postcard
From a future untold
I traced the skyline
On your collarbone
You made a small universe
Out of cold white bone
I saw your rocket heart
Behind that polished grin
A little danger
And a lot of wind
Raygun Gothic
Pull me in
Raygun Gothic
Let me spin
Your name goes bright
Through my ribs
Raygun Gothic
I want in
If the world goes under
Take my hand
We'll dance on the station
In a sandstorm band
Raygun Gothic
Pull me in
Raygun Gothic
Let me spin
Your name goes bright
Through my ribs
Raygun Gothic
I want in