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There's gonna be a yellow moon tonight |
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Don't leave the light on |
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Beads of swaet running down my face |
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You can catch them with your tongue |
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Colours run up and down your body |
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Every time you move |
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Every time, every time |
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Every time you move |
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When I kiss the pictures on your skin |
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Make me shiver with the fire |
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Let me kiss the pictures on your skin |
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A pair of eyes that stare across the room watching you breathing |
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Magic signs scratched inside a heart |
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Filled with your name |
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Colours run up and down your body |
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Every time you move |
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Every time, every time |
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Every time you move |
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When I kiss the pictures on your skin |
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Make me shiver with the fire |
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Let me kiss the pictures on your skin |
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The reds, the blues, the greens and the greys |
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All bleed their colours through a sweaty haze |
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And we slide like a serpent on silky sheets and that twist and turn |
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Forever and ever and ever |
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Soft as a butterfly, stings like a bee |
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Soft as a butterfly, stings like a bee |
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Colours run up and down your body |
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Every time you move |
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Every time, every time |
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Every time you move |
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When I kiss the pictures on your skin |
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Make me shiver with the fire |
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Let me kiss the pictures on your skin |
