| I thought of you in blue and red
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| I thought of you, way you were playing
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| I thought of you in my bed
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| You were there bound and chained
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| I thought of you there next to me
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| Wearing your pretty face
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| I thought of everything you could be
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| Sleeping in the Devil’s bed
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| I looked for you when lights were low
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| And I paid for what I had
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| I looked for you way down below
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| Till I felt I was going mad
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| I think of you when I tell myself
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| And the fever rises high
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| I think of you and I get what’s comin'
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| Sleeping in the Devil’s bed
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| Oh, why, why, why, why, baby why?
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| Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why, baby why?
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| I woke up in the steady rain
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| I woke up when you said
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| «It's late and I’m feeling heavy
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| Could you hold my aching head?»
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| I found myself tangled in wire
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| I found you there in my dream
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| I found you in desire
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| You had left the Devil’s bed
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| You had left the Devil’s bed
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| Oh baby, why?
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| You had left the Devil’s bed |