| I don’t ever want to hate you,
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| So don’t show me your bed,
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
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| The first thing that she said.
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| Temptation, greets you like your naughty mate,
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| The one that used to get you in bother,
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| But one you could never bring yourself to hate.
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| And she said we’ve got that spark,
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| That only lights a fuse,
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| Helps you see in the dark,
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| But it’s a sight you’ll lose when,
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| The temptation greets you like your naughty friend.
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| I don’t ever want to hate you,
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| So don’t show me your bed,
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
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| The only ends are dead.
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| Temptation greets you like your naughty mate,
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| One that made you steal and set things on fire,
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| But one you haven’t seen of late.
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| And I said that kind of talk,
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| Only adds intrigue,
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| To the cauldron of thought,
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| It’s already exceeding,
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| Temptation, the very thing that held her back.
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| I don’t ever want to hate you,
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| So don’t show me your bed,
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
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| The only ends are dead.
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| I don’t ever want to hate you,
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| It’s not part of the plan,
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| So keep your charm where I can’t see it,
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| And your hands where I can.
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| We used to be in tight me and my naughty friends,
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| Caused enticement? |
| in the air,
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| I mean day 'n' night,
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| We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight,
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| Smoking, drinking, joyriding,
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| Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding,
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| Reckless gangsters? |
| no direction,
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| No sign of correction,
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| But then i switched it off,
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| Changed my ways,
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| What the hell!
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| Like oh my days,
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| But like my naughty friends,
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| They’re not phased,
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| Can’t believe that this music pays,
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| See no reason why we can’t do,
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| All the things we’ve always done,
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| Still in my heart I know thats just what,
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| But its hard to fight the temptation son.
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| The panic will fall down around you,
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| If you don’t do what I say.
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| I don’t ever want to hate you,
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| So don’t show me your bed,
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
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| The only ends are dead.
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| I don’t ever want to hate you,
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| It’s not part of the plan,
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| So keep your charm where I can’t see it,
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| And your hands where I can |