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I feel better now I've seen you |
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But deep inside my bones feel like timber |
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And I am shaking from the tension |
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And I will shudder at the mention |
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Hate to think |
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what would happen if I Started to drink like you, |
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Maybe I will loosen up |
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Pour me another gin |
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Guzzle down |
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My neck will burn |
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as we kiss and I'm sick |
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In your mouth |
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(I know you want more) |
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Well kiss my open wounds and add some ice |
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And choke on my sick vice |
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Oh girl, the lights are on |
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Trapped in bed |
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As the poison slowly creeps in and stops me dead |
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Should have known better than to cave |
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In to such fantasies |
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Guzzle down |
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My neck will burn |
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As we kiss and I'm sick |
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In your mouth |
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(I know you want more) |
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Lick my open wounds and add some ice |
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And choke on my sick vice |
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Oh girl, the lights are on |
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I feel better now I've seen you |
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But deep inside my bones feel like timber |
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And I am shaking from the tension |
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And I will shudder at the mention |