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I've been running 'round town for a new identity |
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I've been dreaming hot dreams of insecurity |
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I've been chasing my heart through the streets of my mind |
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I've been clinging to the bed the sweat is turning me blind |
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Well, I'm plugged all the holes and sealing all the cracks |
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I'm like a galvanized nerve, I just can't seem to relax |
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She's got fire on her breath and chilly on her lips |
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Teeth around her neck and she's got jazz on her hips |
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There's a flash in my brain like a shot from above |
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It's a strange idea of love |
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Like a wolf at the door, like a scratch of a claw |
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She says, "Come on, baby, I want it raw" |
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A wolf at the door, a scratch of a claw |
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"I want it raw" |
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Well, I'm driving out of town, I'm on the verge of a storm |
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I'm sucking my St. Christopher and trying to keep calm |
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A mambo mama on the back of my heels |
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And this incantation can trap my wheels |
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There's a heat in my car, there's a fog on my screen |
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I've never felt so scared, never dreamt such a dream |
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There's a man on the corner preaching fire above |
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It's a strange idea of love |
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Like a wolf at the door, like a scratch of a claw |
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She says, "Come on, baby, I want it raw!" |
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A wolf at the door, a scratch of a claw |
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"I want it raw" |