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It was the heat of the night |
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I think Or it could've been the effect of the drink |
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But I had to brush away the flies |
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That started to collect around your eyes |
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I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust |
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You're still playing games and abusing my trust |
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In the heat of the night |
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In the glow of the light |
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It's the back and the bite |
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That's feeling alright |
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Do you use up bodies like cigarettes |
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Do you need them for ego |
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Do you need them for sex |
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It was a bite of a night gone wrong |
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And the effect of listening to negative songs |
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Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand |
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And the way the room keeps spinning around |
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I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill) |
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You're still playing games and abusing my trust (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel) |
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In the heat of the night |
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In the glow of the light |
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It's the back and the bite |
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That's feeling alright |
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Do you use up bodies like cigarettes |
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Do you need them for ego |
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Do you need them for sex |
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And you're moaning about your wasted life |
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Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes" |
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With the cups on the floor |
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And the plates in the sink |
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And the room full of smoke |
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And then you full of drink |
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You skin's going dry |
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And the colour of sand |
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Ignore the cigarette burning your hand |
