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At the stroke of midnight |
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Staring at the phone |
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For the millionth time i'm all alone |
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I'm the guy she turns to |
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When her lovers leave |
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I'm the wildcard |
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She's got up her sleeve |
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But she don't look at me |
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With eyes on fire |
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Glowing like coals in the night |
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Hungry eyes |
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Burning with love and desire |
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I'm like a long-lost brother |
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I'm closer than her friends |
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The only one on whom she can depend |
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She thinks i'm sweet and gentle |
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She thinks the world of me |
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But late at night i'm not the one she needs |
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She never looks at me |
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With eyes on fire |
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Glowing like coals in the night |
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Hungry eyes |
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Burning with love and desire |
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Don't she, don't you see |
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I'm crying out loud |
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Can't she tell i need her now |
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She never looks at me with |
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Eyes on fire |
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Glowing like coals in the night |
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Hungry eyes |
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Burning with love and desire |
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She never looks at me with |
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Eyes on fire |
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Glowing like coals in the night |
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Hungry eyes |
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Reaching for me in the night |
