| This intoxication takes my breath away.
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| This agitation fevering the day.
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| I see her now at every turn.
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| Around every corner, she’s there, she is waiting.
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| One moment inviting, one moment frustrating.
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| My imagination, fierce and running wild.
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| Infatuation, helpless as a child.
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| Can’t tell the darkness from the light.
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| Or my left hand from my right.
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| Does my life begin with her?
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| Did my life begin that night?
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| She’s a siren, she drowns me in her song.
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| She sings, she sings.
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| And the waters roar and rise.
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| And I am drowning, drowning…
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| This hallucination, crazy and obsessed.
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| This fascination will not let me rest.
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| She pressed her lips to mine and she
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| Intoxicated me…
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| This intoxication takes me by surprise.
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| This complication, fatally unwise.
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| Why should I throw it all aside?
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| The life that I lead, all the ease that it brings.
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| Where I have all I need at the snap of a finger???
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| This intoxication robs me of my mind.
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| Humiliation never far behind…
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| What became of her? |
| That pretty child?
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| Whose only dream was just to be a singer? |
| What became of her? |
| Did she run wild?
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| Did she run true? |
| What did life bring her?
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| Poor girl…
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| Easily led and led astray…
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| Poor girl…
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| Lost her head and lost her way.
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| And today, she needs me more than ever…
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| I am drunk with him, my senses spin.
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| It’s like my life is only just beginning…
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| This intoxication…
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| We are both the same…
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| Marguerite…
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| Armand is his name…
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| Marguerite…
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| We are both to blame…
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| This intoxication… |