"Oh do you get the smell of burning metal,
Can you feel that heartbeat under the sea?
Well it's just me and Oppenheimer waltzing
With crowded streets in Cromer Key,
And all the gold boys in their lipstick and shadows,
And gold leaf on their delicate skin,
Well it can filter through your curtains...
They leave their laughter on the wind."
Oh. Wow. My. God.
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