| We work through the rituals and cover our poisonous tracks
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| Making good use of weaknesses, horoscopes, rumours and facts
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| Inspired by the needles and pins and the pains in the heart
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| With no control over the chemistry that brings us then tears us apart
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| Now we’re as hard, as hard as nails
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| Laugh at the butterfly that’s just been impaled
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| We’re always running and don’t know what we’re running from
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| We’re always sweating bricks
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| The only time the world makes sense to us is when we come
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| Love is a burning, love is a burning question
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| On the tip of your tongue, baby baby
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| I’ll endlessly make you and endlessly become remade
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| I’ll endlessly search for your heart with a carnal switchblade
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| As we thrash in the heat in an effort to beat up the world
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| Then we loose our identities replace them with diamonds and pearls
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| Don’t be as hard as hard as nails
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| You might be born to win and then your heart fails
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| Get on my wavelength understand my driving force
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| It’s sin and sin alone
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| I wouldn’t lie to you unless I had to of course
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| Love is a burning, love is a burning question
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| Don’t answer no
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| Don’t make me take a look just let me off the hook
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| I’ve seen the future of rock and it sucks, yeah, it sucks
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| I’ve used you you’re bleeding I know but don’t be afraid
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| It’s only a wound only a wound from a carnal switchblade
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| We’re always running and don’t know what we’re running from
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| We’re always so convinced
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| But the more we run the more it just slips through our fingertips
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| Last chorus
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| Love is a burning, love is a burning question
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| On our lips baby baby |