| She wanted love
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| So I wanted to breathe
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| And we are alone in the club
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| And you smoke inhaling
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| Do you dance dancehall
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| Perfectly on the beat
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| You drank wine
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| Second in a row
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| We are in the car, the lights are on
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| New frame - already a hotel
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| It hurts you more and more
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| And the dress is not on you
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| You are in underwear right on the table
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| I rip it off you
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| Wriggling worse than snakes
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| Moaning sweeter than fresh honey
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| Wake up in the morning
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| I won't be there
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| And again your tears
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| Absorb pillow
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| Cause you want love
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| But everything will repeat in a circle
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| Looking for love in pills again
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| Every morning
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| I have the rings of Saturn
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| I am in an alcoholic delirium
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| Can't tie our lips
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| Baby girl with cool tattoos
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| Girl where do I go
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| I've been all my life?
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| Burning your photos in the morning
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| Pierce this Bordeaux bottle
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| And down with the last shots
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| What are you saying about love?
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| I don't hear your whisper
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| Lally on the couch like Eva Green
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| I am inside
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| Tonight we'll make a movie with you
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| And the tracks are only about the two of us?
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| Pretend that we are not in a quarrel
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| I see in the cheapest whore
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| More than in your fucking stories
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| On a silk sheet again school bedding
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| I fall in love with her photographs
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| And I'll rent an apartment for a day
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| The bitch paid for me yesterday at the bar all evening
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| Today boredom from tinder
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| I crumble before my eyes
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| Finishing the third long
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| With me cute little ones,
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| But I'm just as lonely
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| I burned my money
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| Around me are not women, but only their shadows
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| You again write to me in hysterics
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| You again write to me in hysterics
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| And the tracks are only about the two of us?
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| I'm in the cheapest whore
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| My lines on your tattoos
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| And drops of bourbon in your mouth
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| It hurts you more and more
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| My lines on your tattoos
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| And drops of bourbon in your mouth
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| cute little ones
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| With me cute little ones
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| And drops of bourbon in your mouth
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| You are in underwear right on the table
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| My lines on your tattoos
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| And drops of bourbon in your mouth |