| The storm is rollin' in, I see it coming
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| Winds are blowin' in, but you and I are jumping off
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| Diving in the deep, oh, tangled in the sheets
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| They sky’s electric, I feel it buzzing
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| When everything is quiet, you can hear my blood a-pumping
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| Oh, I see you in my sleep
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| Oh, a vision in the heat
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| I wanna see what you got
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| Pull my switchblade outta my pocket
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| Carve our names in the old oak tree
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| I wanna feel what you got
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| No more skeletons in our closet
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| Write our names in the wet concrete
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| Yeah, you got me on fire, on fire
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| I got the bloodlust feeling cause I’m on fire, on fire
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| I’m burning from the fever
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| With desire and lust, I can never get enough
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| Feeling dangerous, I’d kill for you
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| Yeah, you got me on fire, on fire
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| Your sweat is trickling, the air is thicker
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| Just for the thrill of it, baby, pull the trigger
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| Oh, I just need a little spark
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| Oh, I never miss a mark
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| Love is wicked, burning at the wick and flickering
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| Snickering but we’re sitting here addicted
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| Oh, echoes of the heart
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| Oh, we’re shadows in the dark
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| I wanna see what you got
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| Pull my switchblade outta my pocket
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| Carve our names in the old oak tree
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| I wanna feel what you got
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| No more skeletons in our closet
|
| Write our names in the wet concrete
|
| Yeah, you got me on fire, on fire
|
| I got the bloodlust feeling cause I’m on fire, on fire
|
| I’m burning from the fever
|
| With desire and lust, I can never get enough
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| Feeling dangerous, I’d kill for you
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| Yeah, you got me on fire, on fire
|
| I wanna see what you got
|
| Pull my switchblade outta my pocket
|
| Carve our names in the old oak tree
|
| I wanna feel what you got
|
| No more skeletons in our closet
|
| Write our names in the wet concrete
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| (Yeah, you got me)
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| I wanna see what you got
|
| Pull my switchblade outta my pocket
|
| Carve our names in the old oak tree
|
| (Yeah, you got me)
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| I wanna feel what you got
|
| No more skeletons in our closet
|
| Write our names in the wet concrete
|
| (Yeah, you got me)
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| Yeah, you got me on fire, on fire
|
| I got the bloodlust feeling cause I’m on fire, on fire
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| I’m burning from the fever
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| With desire and lust, I can never get enough
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| Feeling dangerous, I’d kill for you
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| Yeah, you got me on fire, on fire |