| Swimming in his sweat, freshly-minted breath
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| Crashing into bed
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| I’m getting to the end of the Jameson
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| Tangled up in all your limbs
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| Whatever we took is a fate and embrace
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| Ended up wasted in your hiding place
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| Just when you wake up I make up my mind
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| It’s the last time
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| And I smoked all your cigarettes, but I don’t feel that bad
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| You’re the Cadillac of black magic, baby
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| And I take my time to undress
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| You’re looking at the last of your secret stash
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| Your secret stash, your secret stash,
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| Your secret stash, your secret stash
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| Your secret, your secret, your secret
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| This was my plan, heart racing again
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| Same old song and dance
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| Fumbling for keys, twisted in the sheets
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| Something’s in control of me
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| Whatever we took is a fate and embrace
|
| Ended up wasted in your hiding place
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| Just when you wake up I make up my mind
|
| It’s the last time
|
| And I smoked all your cigarettes, but I don’t feel that bad
|
| We’re the Cadillac of black magic, baby
|
| And I take my time to undress
|
| You’re looking at the last of your secret stash
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| Your secret stash, your secret stash,
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| Your secret stash, your secret stash
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| Your secret, your secret, your secret
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| Your secret, your secret, your secret
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| Your secret, your secret, your secret
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| Your secret, your secret, your secret
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| Your secret, your secret
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| And I take my time to undress
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| You’re looking at the last of your secret stash |