| You leave me wanting
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| You leave me chasing after fire
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| Across the blazing hills, Hollywood
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| You’d leave me in the flood, you would
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| And I want to let go too, I do
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| Still matter more to you, it’s true
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| We’re hiding from your gaze
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| Then you find me and you say
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| «Why the hell you act so strange?»
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| Hmm, when no one’s watching
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| I mirror you with my mouth
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| Knowing every word’s a serpent’s turn
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| And the nihilist abounds
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| Splinter me into little threads, little threads
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| Rocks my world just to lose my head, lose my head
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| Peaks so high but the valleys low, the valleys blow
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| Man, sometimes only way I go
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| You leave me wanting
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| You leave me chasing after fire
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| Across the blazing hills, Hollywood
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| You’d leave me in the flood, you would
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| And I want to let go too, I do
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| Didn’t matter more to you, it’s true
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| We’re hiding from your gaze
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| Then you find me and you say
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| «Why the hell you act so strange?»
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| Hmm, of deep sadness
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| You’re humiliating me
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| Under the willow tree, remember him
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| I took my time to make my bed
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| Splinter me into little threads, little threads
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| Rocks my world just to lose my head, lose my head
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| Peaks so high but the valleys low, the valleys blow
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| Man, sometimes only way I go |