| I want your heart
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| I want your soul
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| I want everything you hold dear
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| I want the sinews that bind you together
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| I know enough is never enough
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| I want the broad road and 20/20 vision
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| Your wrist a keyboard of perfume
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| Money cannot buy
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| And I’m in a position to say
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| The camera does not lie
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| There’s a lot of vampires out there
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| Hanging out to grab your soul
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| They don’t live in Transylvania
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| They don’t live in rock 'n' roll
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| I want your bones
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| I want your blood
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| I want everything you hold dear
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| I want the sinews that bind you together
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| I made an educated guess
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| There’s a panic in the lingerie
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| You know I tremble at each touch
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| Close my eyes and sigh
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| Then fly off like a bullet
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| For the darkside of the sky
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| I want you pain
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| I want your pleasure
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| I want everything you hold dear
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| I want the sinews that bind you together
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| I know enough is never enough
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| Hatcheck to showgirl
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| Let’s to bed madam
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| I know there’s no way out but through together
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| Wet with sex
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| Wet with sweat
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| Embody your body
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| There’s a lot of vampires out there
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| Hanging out to grab your soul
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| They don’t live in Transylvania
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| They don’t live in rock 'n' roll
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| Rock 'n' roll
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| Vampires |