| I wake from a deep sleep
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| Shocked by the spike in my mood
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| Pushed out of a dream
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| Played by its hold on me
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| I slip from the grip of that vision
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| From the touch of a rough thigh on mine
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| Coming closer, spread me wider
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| I tremble in the fire of that desire
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| Afraid I will not wake from its euphoric clutch
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| He drinks from me
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| Savoring all that pours past
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| Haunted by the sound as he sips from the cup that serves him
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| Making river flow
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| Breaking down, flooding soul
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| That liquid language sets him off
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| Making moves that move
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| Crawling underneath
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| Locking eyes, casting spells
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| Glazing over, glances melt then tremble
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| Inside we try to hide
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| But disguise is torn by lust
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| We lie there
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| Lost beneath the veil of it all
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| Soaked in truth
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| Facing the reflection of our madness
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| Don’t try to fight the truth
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| I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you
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| Don’t try to fight the truth
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| I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you
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| Don’t try to fight the truth
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| I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you
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| Don’t try to fight the truth
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| I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you
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| Those nights you left me alone
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| Encased in silence
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| I knew what you were doing
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| Leaving me waiting in the hazard of your absence
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| I often contemplate that tender manipulation
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| The one that holds me hostage
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| Change that need to the mood
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| Led tightly to a time that never ticks, that never moves
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| Moist with your memory
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| Bound to the convoy of your charm
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| The one that never lets me go
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| Yet pushes me to the brink of madness |