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The night has started, here we go, |
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I've taken everything, |
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This our time to lose control, |
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What do you want from me?, |
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You line them up, we'll put them down, |
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This is so frustrating, |
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To watch you sleazing all around, |
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Yet you keep on smiling, |
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What can I do to make you see?, (You're guilty) |
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What can I do to make you feel you're wanted?, |
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I'm suffocating under words of sorrow, |
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Her skin reflects behind the blur, |
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I'm intoxicated, |
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Where am I from?, why am I here?, |
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You're so predictable, |
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Her fingers running through my hair, |
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But it's all just fiction, |
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She steps out from her underwear, |
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You're so beautiful, |
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What can I do to make you feel... you're wanted?, |
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There's bodies lying on the floor, |
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But I keep on staring, |
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My world is over, close the door, |
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I've a new addiction, |
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I'm suffocating under words of sorrow, (Words of sorrow) |
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