| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| I’m the upsetter, holding your hand
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| It seems you have forgotten about your man
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| Alone in the darkness, my bed’s a different land
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| Your touch intensifies and I’m in the quicksand
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| I’m in the quicksand
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| I’m in the quicksand
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| You’re the upsetter, stroking my hand
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| What’s my position? |
| I don’t understand
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| Am I your possession, am I in demand?
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| Oh, when you turn to me I’m in the quicksand
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| I’m in the quicksand
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| I’m in the quicksand
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| You, you moved into my mind again, oh
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| You walking around rent-free, oh
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| Oh, I could let you stay
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| But I’m walking on broken ground again
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| Oh, oh, when will I learn?
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| All you do is push me back in the dark
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| I’m in the quicksand (Ooh, ooh)
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| I’m in the quicksand (Ooh, ooh)
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| I’m in the quicksand (Ooh, ooh)
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| I’m in the quicksand (Ooh, ooh)
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| I’m in the quicksand |