| Do you hear this, breath it’s an obsessive breath
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| Can you feel this beat? |
| It’s an obsessive heart beat
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| Waiting to be joined with its obsession
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| I close my eyes but I can’t sleep
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| The thin membrane can’t veil
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| The branded picture of you
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| The signs and signals show, the traffic lights say, go
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| Again you baffle me, pretending not to see, oh, me
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| I broke into your room, I broke down in my room
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| Touched your belongings there and left a lock of my hair
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| Another sign for you
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| You screamed into my face, get the hell out of my place
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| Another sign for me, can you forgive me?
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| For not understanding your ways
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| You know sometimes you take it all too far
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| Then I remember it’s a game between you and me
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| A divine test for us two
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| It’s all in my imagination
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| Yes they even say that our mission
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| Is only my obsession
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| Do you hear this breath? |
| It’s an oppressive breath
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| Suffocating in the poison of your obsession
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| Can you feel this beat? |
| It’s a possessive beat
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| Your pulse stops in the claws of your obsession
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| The signs and signals show, the traffic lights say, go
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| Again you baffle me pretending not to see, oh, me |