| Faster than the earth is turning
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| Looking up my eyes are burning
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| At night alone I’m walking
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| Black cat clever stalking
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| In the grotto impatient waiting
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| Before long I see your face and
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| Whisper a word of greeting
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| Secret lover’s midnight meeting
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| Chill wind our bodies biting
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| Whipping round like bolts of lightning
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| Full moon to some is frightning
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| Senses reeling pulses tightning
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| In your arms passion rising
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| Looking deep into your eyes and
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| Body movements hypnotizing
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| Scratching biting screaming crying
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| As I’m raised out of my body
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| I’m looking down from above
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| To be rather than to seem
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| Eyes meet no word is spoken
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| Bruised backs and bodies broken
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| Sitting back the pipe we’re token
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| Bullets shot barrels smoken
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| Hot sweat our bodies gleaming
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| In our heat and passion steaming
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| Laid back to sleep I’m sinking
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| Of the nights events I’m thinking
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| As I’m raised out of my body
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| I’m looking down from above
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| To be rather than to seem
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| As I’m raised out of my body
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| I’m looking down from the sky
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| To seem rather than to be |