| Honey when the sun is low
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| That’s when I feel your fire
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| I was ready to waste it all
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| And learn to burn with desire
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| Now I don’t think it lied to me
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| Still I read your eyes so deperately
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| Now the lights are long
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| You were lying to me so close
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| Singing a misty song
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| Smiling and astride me slow
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| What they can see so clear to me
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| Now I read your eyes incessantly
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| Ooh, there’s something in her way
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| A true cosmic feeling to believe in
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| Ooh, it calls me night and day
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| A true cosmic feeling to believe in
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| Lead me to the open road
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| Top down, we complete the sky
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| Leaving everything we know
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| And living for hot city nights
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| 'Cause I’ve been dreaming restlessly
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| Of a fevered mind so wild and free
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| 'Cause honey when the sun is low
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| That’s when I feel your fire
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| Ready to taste it all
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| And I still burn with desire
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| 'Cause I don’t think it lied to me
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| And I need your light just endlessly
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| Ooh, there’s something in her way
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| A true cosmic feeling to believe in
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| Ooh, it calls me night and day
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| A true cosmic feeling to believe in
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| Ooh
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| A true
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| Ooh
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| A true (cosmic feeling to believe in)
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| Ooh, there’s something in her way
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| A true cosmic feeling to believe in
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| Ooh, it calls me night and day
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| A true cosmic feeling to believe in |