Eleven - Miss Kittin

Do they really exist, or am I out of order?

And if he shows up here, just the way I prefer

You’re giving me a tear, like you never give up

Climbing on your thoughts to heaven

We don’t have to talk, we are even

Catch me if you can, need a rope

On a scale of ten, we are eleven

We are eleven

We are eleven

We are eleven

Now we are floating here, hours after hours

Nothing interferes, erasing past and future

My only question is, where were you before?

Sweet dreams are made of this, it doesn’t matter anymore

Climbing on your thoughts to heaven

We don’t have to talk, we are even

Catch me if you can, need a ro?

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On a scale of ten, we are eleven

We are eleven

We are eleven

We are eleven