| Maybe I’m just kidding myself
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| When I say, «I love you», I don’t know
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| Loving without trusting
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| You get frostbite and sunstroke
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| I wish I felt nothing
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| You pimp laughing and strutting her to my chartered seat
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| Your old off night backstreet
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| It’s been stinger to stinger, darling
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| It’s been heart to heart
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| You still keep me from finishing
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| Any new love I start
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| Now she’s moved in with you
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| She’s keeping your house neat
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| And your sheets sweet
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| And I’m your off night backstreet
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| I can feel your fingers
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| Feeling my face there are some lines
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| You put there and some you erase
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| Maybe I’m just dramatizing, I don’t care
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| It’s home, it can be Heaven when we play fair
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| But these sentimental journeys
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| Late at night high in some back room
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| You’re calling me to be your off night backstreet
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| You give me such pleasure
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| You bring me such pain
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| Who left her long black hair
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| In our bathtub drain? |