| It comes as no surprise
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| Your face filled with lies
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| Hovers all around me in this room
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| Clouds hung with my dismay
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| A hot bed where we lay
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| Your every kiss tasting like a tomb
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| If time becomes a judge
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| If my body holds a grudge
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| It’s just because I needed sanctuary
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| Your skin under my nails
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| My curiosity that failed
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| To save myself for something that I need
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| I don’t wanna bleed
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| Or bruise up black and blue
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| Do I deserve these things
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| All for wanting you?
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| Like some virgin with her cloth
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| I play the goddess coming through
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| Now I play the parting slave
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| All for wanting you
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| We do things 'cause we must
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| The law of love and lust
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| Comes together just like oil on flame
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| I looked into your eyes
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| You saw me naked for a while
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| How d’you like it in my little nest?
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| Who was really using who?
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| In here the scent of you
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| Stains the sheets with memory and lust
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| When I get back on the street
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| Tell everybody that I meet
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| Maybe these aren’t scars, they’re only rust
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| I don’t wanna bleed
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| Or bruise up black and blue
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| Do I deserve these things
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| All for wanting you?
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| Like some virgin with her cloth
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| I play the goddess coming through
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| Now I play the parting slave
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| All for wanting you |