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Wild electric night lost with hot hands eyes of an angel i took you there its a killer what we do its a killer what we do I woke up on a plane But I woke up on the wing I woke up on a plane washing me of everything My blood, still it knows how to get there back to its core you may never have thought it would beat at all I woke up on a plane I woke up on the wing I woke up on a plane washing me of everything I woke up on a plane I woke up on the wing I woke up on a plane washing me of everything From Letras Mania