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I brought your face down on my head |
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it was something I rehearsed in a dream |
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you`re too good looking far your own damn good |
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and you don`t know what it could mean |
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You`ve got me dying of thirst in the meantime |
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it even hurts when I scream |
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you`ve got me drowning and still in the meantime |
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you don`t know what it could mean |
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Because in my drunken stupor |
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I`ve got to admire your ingenuity |
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and nod my head so wisely |
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to the rhythm of your cruelty |
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You`re oh so anguished now |
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you`ve got me dying ... |
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Because you want to have your price |
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and something you could hold your faith up to |
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I don`t know how to tell you this |
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But you`ve got it coming all the way to you |
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You don`t know ... |
