| It was the heat of the night I think
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| Or it could’ve been the effect of the drink
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| But I had to brush away the flies
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| That started to collect around your eyes
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| I’ve still the taste of the sweat and the dust
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| You’re still playing games and abusing my trust
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| In the heat of the night
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| In the glow of the light
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| It’s the back and the bite
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| That’s feeling alright
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| Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
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| Do you need them for ego
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| Do you need them for sex
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| It was a bite of a night gone wrong
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| And the effect of listening to negative songs
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| Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand
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| And the way the room keeps spinning around
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| I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust
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| (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)
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| You’re still playing games and abusing my trust
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| (And they’re having a strange effect on the way I feel)
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| In the heat of the night
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| In the glow of the light
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| It’s the back and the bite
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| That’s feeling alright
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| Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
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| Do you need them for ego
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| Do you need them for sex
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| And you’re moaning about your wasted life
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| Lying there listening to «Spanish Eyes»
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| With the cups on the floor
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| And the plates in the sink
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| And the room full of smoke
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| And then you full of drink
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| You skin’s going dry
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| And the colour of sand
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| Ignore the cigarette burning your hand |