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I can feel this body moving, it's like |
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I'm going for a ride |
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It's on automatic pilot, nothing going on inside |
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Yeah I dress it in Versace and I feed it a la carte |
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But there's no fire in its belly, there's no passion in its heart |
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Oooh find me a stranger |
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Oooh find me a face |
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Oooh find me an Angel |
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To take me from this place |
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I can hear this body talking 'bout some |
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Stupid little thing |
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But it doesn't sound like my voice, |
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No it doesn't sound like me |
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And I take it to the movies |
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And I let it drive my car |
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And I tuck it up in bed at night |
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So it can wish upon a star |
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Oooh find me a stranger |
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Oooh find me some grace |
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Oooh find me an Angel |
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To take me from this place |
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To take me from this place |
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To take me from this place |
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And I can feel this body shaking like it's just about to blow |
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I guess it's time that I did something |
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Yeah I think it's time to go |
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Oooh find me a stranger |
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Oooh find me a face |
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Oooh find me an Angel |
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To take me from this place |
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Oooh find me a stranger |
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Oooh find me some grace |
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Oooh find me an Angel |
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To take me from this place |
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To take me from this place |
