| A sign from you is my attraction
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| But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
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| The blood of my veins is pumped into your hands
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| Like a puppet you control, I’m feeling the effects
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| Ooh, I’m lost, lost like the needle
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| I drown, drown at the low tide
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| A sign from you is my attraction
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| But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
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| You’re my engine and drive the bitterness that bites
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| But you poison me, all day and the night
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| Ooh, I’m lost, lost like the needle
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| I drown, drown at the low tide
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| Ooh, a sign from you is my attraction
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| But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
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| Oh, a sign from you is my attraction
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| But the focus on you might be a trapdoor |