| I feel better now I’ve seen you
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| But deep inside my bones feel like timber
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| And I am shaking from the tension
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| And I will shudder at the mention
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| Hate to think
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| What would happen if I started to drink like you
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| Maybe I will loosen up
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| Pour me another gin
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| Guzzle down, my neck will burn as we kiss
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| And I’m sick in your mouth
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| (I know you want more)
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| Lick my open wounds and add some ice
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| And choke on my sick vice
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| Oh girl, the lights are all on
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| Trapped in bed
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| As the poison slowly creeps in and stops me dead
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| Should have known better than to cave
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| Into such fantasies |