| Lights turn on and off
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| In the back of mind
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| They make me feel like a rebel,
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| All the time …
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| Desire burns
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| Like a fire in my hollow heart …
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| I always seem to be hanging 'round
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| In the dark …
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| I need a kind of loving I can’t refuse …
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| The spirit is willing
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| But the flesh is weak,
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| I start to stammer
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| Almost every t-t-time I speak …
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| What can I say?
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| I’m giving you no clues …
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| I’ve got the goods
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| But nothing you can use …
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| I need a kind of loving I can’t refuse …
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| Life could be so simple
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| But nothing seems to change …
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| I’m like a stranger,
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| I’m always feeling strange …
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| I’m so excited,
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| I’m living on my nerves …
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| Is this a curse
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| Or just what I deserve …
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| I need a kind of loving I can’t refuse … |