| Take off your blind fold
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| Tell me what you see
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| Interchanging doors
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| Not a corridor or screen
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| Your naked eye
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| Trapped inside a dream
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| Unveil your disguise
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| Because nothing’s what it seems
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| You can tell me what you want
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| You can tell me what you need
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| But love is in the smoke
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| And we can’t even breathe
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| And I can not see you
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| And You can not see me
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| But love is in the smoke
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| And we can’t even breathe
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| You take everything you want, you take what you need
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| And me shattered into pieces is what you leave
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| It don’t matter what they see, no it just can’t be
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| Now our love is in the smoke, and I just can’t breathe
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| You got me gaspin'
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| I know when it will happen
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| Zappin' all my energy, its sexual harassment
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| You see I’ll never be the same, now that we got close
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| Now my passion is for pain and I breathe hot smoke
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| Your love is like a drug, I wanna taste it
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| So slip it in my blood, I’m gonna take it
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| Addicted to your buzz, I’m wishin' that you was mine
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| Sittin in your sunshine so amazin'
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| I’m baskin' in the light
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| Light castin' through the haze
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| Maybe we were meant to be
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| Maybe not, who could say
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| Now I look for you again
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| But I still can’t see
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| Cuz our love is in the smoke
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| Baby we can’t breathe
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| I smell the smoke in the room
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| The room is’a buzzin'
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| She told me that the roof was on fire
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| I knew it wasn’t
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| Now the spot is heatin' up
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| Gettin' hotter under the collar
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| Let this motherfucker burn, shit
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| We don’t need any water
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| We can teeter and totter
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| But you don’t need to be coddled
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| I’m headed down this road alone
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| I don’t want you to follow
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| I’m sittin' in the sun alone
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| Posted up in strangeland
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| Sippin' KC teas, bumpin' Kelvin rock and Raybans
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| Bitches think it’s all about the pussy and a spray tan
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| To each it’s own, if that completes your cypher, fuck it amen
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| It’s hot as hell out here
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| Maybe degrees over
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| She feels like she got burns
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| Maybe she needs closure
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| It feels like the pilot light is out in this bitch
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| I’m still in the kitchen, like really this is as hot as it gets?
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| I’m starin' through the smoke, tryin' to catch a last vision of her
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| The smoke’s rollin' upward while the flame’s bein' smothered |