| It was like too much coffee
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| We’d been up for days on end
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| But now it seems we’ve lost it
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| I don’t know where or how or when
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| If I could have those days again
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| I think I’d do things just the same
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| 'Cause it’s a fine line, a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| If just for one night
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| Hold tight
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| And save me again
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| I just want you to know
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| That it’s hard to let you go
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| 'Cause it’s a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| We were perfect lovers
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| You’d be Bobby, I’d be Pam
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| Then Bobby found another
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| So he told me second hand
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| But if I could have those days again
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| I think I’d do things just the same
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| 'Cause it’s a fine line, a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| If just for one night
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| Hold tight
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| And save me again
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| I just want you to know
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| That it’s hard to let you go
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| 'Cause it’s a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| I could smooth things over
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| God knows I know how to act
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| I’ll love you like I mean it
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| Why can’t you love me back?
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| 'Cause it’s a fine line, a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| If just for one night
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| Hold tight
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| And save me again
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| 'Cause it’s a fine line, a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain
|
| If just for one night
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| Hold tight
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| And save me again
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| I just want you to know
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| That it’s hard to let you go
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| The fondest memories, they say
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| Is what remains
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| It’s a fine line
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| Between pleasure and pain |