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The sun lays low on a solemn city |
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All I see is sexual red |
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The last rays burst through between the train cars |
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And shine directly on my head |
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So come and find me in this moment |
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And expose a passionate man for what he is |
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We'll cut loose our gold |
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Cause we need fire |
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And only kindling can buy it |
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Wildness is our treasure |
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So boldly surrender |
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To me and to the night |
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On the lash |
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And lashing out |
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It's evil's sway tonight |
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A candle's pulse is no companion |
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When all you see is sexual red |
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You burn away your dreams inside a journal |
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And leave those primal words unsaid |
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I'll run to find you in this moment |
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And expose a passionate woman for what she is |
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We'll cut loose our gold |
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Cause we need fire |
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And only kindling can buy it |
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Wildness is our treasure |
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So boldly surrender |
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To me and to the night |
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On the lash |
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And lashing out |
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It's evil's sway tonight |
