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I'm the obsessor holdin' your hand |
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It seems you have forgotten about your man |
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Alone in the darkness my bed's a different land |
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Your touch intensifies and I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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You're the upsettor stroking my hand |
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What's my position, I don't understand? |
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Am I your possession, am I in demand? |
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Oh, when you turn to me I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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You, you moved into my mind again, oh |
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You walking around and free, oh |
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Oh, I could let you stay but I'm walking on broken ground again |
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Oh, oh, when will I learn all you do is push me back in the dark? |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
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I'm in the quicksand |
