| Someone could say: «I don’t belong here»
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| No one could say: «Isn't it all clear?»
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| I’m blowing a phrase out in the open
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| Out on the street, just gimme the heat
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| I’ll suck the flame to me
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| I’ll suck it in, I’m O. K. I should be
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| You cut me deep, you know how to do it
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| My motives are cheap, you know how I do it
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| So when do we go, where do we meet
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| I’ll give you my sorrow, you’ll give me the heat
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| I’ll suck the flame to me
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| I’ll suck it in
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| Some erotic feel
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| Keeps coming on
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| It’s so unreal
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| I come undone
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| Then I look back (I find a frame already built)
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| When I look back (it's still waiting to be filled)
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| I find it had
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| Flickered for a minute and then it was gone
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| Someone could say: «I don’t belong here»
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| Every night, every day, just gimme the heat
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| Some erotic feel
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| Keeps coming on
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| It’s so unreal
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| I come undone
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| Some shady deal
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| Despite the black
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| The light gets in
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| Through every crack
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| Then I look back (I find a frame already built)
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| When I look back (it's still waiting to be filled)
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| Why is it that (time between and no time left)
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| Why is it not (sweeter than I ever thought)
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| How can it last (make it last a minute more)
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| How can it last (make it last a little more)
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| How can it last (make it last a little more)
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| How can it last (make it last a minute more)
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| I been around the bend
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| I can’t remember when
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| But my great misery
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| It means a lot to me
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| You been around, I know
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| And me I’m just to slow
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| I’m craving more and more
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| I’m craving more and more
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| I’m craving more and more
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| Gimme, gimme the heat |