| Got a real bad case of restless
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| As I pace around my room
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| The old urge has started stirring
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| Must be the power of the moon
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| Been feeling, oh, so nervous
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| Since my loving’s turned to mud
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| And I hear that night wind howlin'
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| It’s time to find new blood
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| New blood
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| It’s been a year, three days ago
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| Not a letter or a call
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| This room has been my prison cell
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| I know every crack, on every wall
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| My locked-up desires boiling
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| Tensions rising to a flood
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| Now the streets are calling me, people
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| I’ve got to find new blood
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| New blood
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| (Guitar solo)
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| There’s a woman out there somewhere
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| A woman starved for love
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| A member, just like I am
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| Of the «Lost your lover’s club»
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| And now she can’t control it
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| And the fever starts to burn
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| I know we’re bound to come together
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| Cause she’s lookin' for new blood
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| New blood
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| Ohhhhhhh!
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| People
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| Don’t you hear me howl?
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| Cryin
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| I’m lookin' for new blood
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| New blood
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| Ohhhhhhh!
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| Ohhhhhh! |