| I don’t know this crap I’m talking,
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| I must be sleepwalking, I must be sleepwalking
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| I can’t feel this fire I’m breathing running round just like a heathen,
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| I must be sleepwalking, I must be sleepwal… king
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| This glass is cloudy, this cigarette is rough,
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| this shit I’m talking I’d have thought you’d shake me off
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| but you keep talking,
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| am I sleepwalking?
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| Slow train to the city, brush by those fiery eyes hanging from them shirts
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| and ties, go to sleep so pretty,
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| I steal a kiss from you, make a meal of you
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| And as I’m shaking with each thing that you take off,
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| move for the door and as I do you call my bluff and now it’s locking,
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| am I sleepwalking?
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| Oh it’s bad, bad, bad
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| You know I need it bad, bad, bad
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| You know I need it baby, baby, please, bad, bad, bad, bad
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| Oh, you know I need it bad, bad, bad
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| You know I need it bad, bad, bad
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| You know I need it baby, baby, please, bad, bad, bad, bad, oh yeah now
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| And as I’m shaking with each thing that you take off,
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| move for the door and as I do you call my bluff and now it’s locking,
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| am I sleepwalking?
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| It’s bad, bad, bad
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| You know I need it bad, bad, bad
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| You know I need it baby, baby, please,
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| bad, bad, bad, bad, oh yeah now |