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Hot hands |
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Move things |
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I write in his wall |
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I have no mind at all |
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Hot things |
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Move him |
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I write on his wall |
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I have no heart at all |
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I think she's a pretty little fool |
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She holds me down, she flows |
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She has a back like Marie |
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I think he's a crazy bastard |
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Drives me home, he goes |
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You have a back like Marie |
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You have pearls in your eyes |
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And you use your burning to wrap yourself in |
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And you use your fever to hide yourself away |
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And you use sweating to keep me down |
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And you use your heat to have me |
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And you use your fire to be stronger than me |
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And you use your flame agains me |
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I won't come back like Marie |
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The pearls on my eyes |
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These pearls on my eyes |
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They make me blind |
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I write on your wall |
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I have no eyes at all |
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I write on your wall |
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I have no eyes at all |