| No, you don’t know my name, so you call me angel,
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| But I don’t need no wings when I take you to the sky.
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| And all you need to see is lightened by the nightsky.
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| Your glimpse devours me, but by the time you reach my eyes
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| You’re doomed I got you hipnotized.
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| And now you’re falling, and you stumble, you’re on fire.
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| Oh — this kind of love — it hurts!
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| It’s got me burned.
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| It will slowly devour me.
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| Why do I take what you give when it is not what I want.
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| I am caught in the thought: Am I slave, am I lord?
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| And when the sun goes down the night openes the gateways.
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| Weary cravings are shaded in the dark.
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| When pleasure becomes pain the watching eye is changing,
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| Pulling back and forth.
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| You’re trying hard to reach my mind,
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| But it’s just the bate you’re about to find.
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| And now you’re falling, and you stumble, you’re on fire.
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| Oh — this kind of love — it hurts.
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| It’s got me burned.
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| It will slowly devour me.
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| Why do I take what you give when it is not what I want.
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| I am caught in the thought: Am I slave, am I lord?
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| Am I slave, am I lord? |
| Am I slave, am I lord? |