| The night is starting here we go
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| I check out everything
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| This is our time to lose control
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| What do you want from me
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| You line them up we’ll put them down
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| This is so frustrating
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| To watch you sleazing all around
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| Yet you keep on smiling
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| What can I do to make you see
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| You’re guilty
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| What can I do to make you feel
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| You’re wanted
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| What can I do to make you see
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| You’re guilty
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| I’m suffocating under words of sorrow
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| Her skin reflects behind the blur
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| I’m intoxicated
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| Where am I from why am I here
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| You’re so predictable
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| Fingers running through my hair
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| But it’s all just fiction
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| She stripped down from her underwear
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| So beautiful
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| What can I do to make you see
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| You’re guilty
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| What can I do to make you feel
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| You’re wanted
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| What can I do to make you see
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| You’re guilty
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| I’m suffocating under words of sorrow
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| Go!
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| But I keep on staring
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| My world is over
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| Let me go
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| Her skin reflects behind the blur
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| I’m intoxicated
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| Where am I from why am I here
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| You’re so predictable
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| Fingers running through my hair
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| But it’s all just fiction
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| She stripped down from her underwear
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| So beautiful
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| What can I do to make you see
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| You’re guilty
|
| What can I do to make you feel
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| You’re wanted
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| What can I do to make you see
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| You’re guilty
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| I’m suffocating under words of sorrow
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| Words of sorrow |