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Lights turn on and off |
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In the back of mind |
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They make me feel like a rebel, |
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All the time ... |
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Desire burns |
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Like a fire in my hollow heart ... |
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I always seem to be hanging 'round |
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In the dark ... |
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I need a kind of loving I can't refuse ... |
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The spirit is willing |
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But the flesh is weak, |
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I start to stammer |
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Almost every t-t-time I speak ... |
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What can I say? |
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I'm giving you no clues ... |
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I've got the goods |
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But nothing you can use ... |
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I need a kind of loving I can't refuse ... |
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Life could be so simple |
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But nothing seems to change ... |
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I'm like a stranger, |
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I'm always feeling strange ... |
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I'm so excited, |
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I'm living on my nerves ... |
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Is this a curse |
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Or just what I deserve ... |
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I need a kind of loving I can't refuse ... |
