| I don’t understand why you don’t turn me on
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| Lean my head back, fall into the flow
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| Feeling numb from my head to toes
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| You’re a cool kid and I’m frosty to the bone
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| So together, but so alone
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| I am shaking, string me along
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| I got skills, chasing thrills
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| Sleeping pills, hotel bills
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| Overkill, overkill
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| Overkill
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| You’re my second chance for a real romance
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| But I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I can’t feel my hands, I can’t feel my hands (No)
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| You’re my second chance for a real romance
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| But I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I can’t feel my hands, I can’t feel my hands (No)
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| I got an XO to quench powder blue
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| There’s no time, only residue
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| Naked boys in my hotel room
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| I do what I want and they do what I tell them to
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| Ten dimensions of sonic pools
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| Playing strings, playing every tune
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| Flesh and bone, stellar waist
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| But we’re mostly empty space
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| Empty space, empty space
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| Empty space
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| You’re my second chance for a real romance
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| But I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I can’t feel my hands, I can’t feel my hands (No)
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| You’re my second chance for a real romance
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| But I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I can’t feel my hands, I can’t feel my hands (No) |