| Stand under the stained glass and I will know it’s you
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| The whites of your eyes burn from across the room
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| And I’m not here to be the saviour you long for
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| Only the one you don’t
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| Are you watching me with eyes of a predator
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| As you move towards the door?
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| Show me those pretty white jaws
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| Show me where the delicate stops
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| Show me what you’ve lost
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| And why you’re always taking it slow
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| Show me what wounds you’ve got
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| Show me love
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| Show me those pretty white jaws
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| Show me where the delicate stops
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| Show me what you’ve lost
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| And why you’re always taking it slow
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| Show me what wounds you’ve got
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| Show me love, oh
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| Oh, and I, I believe
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| We are locked
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| Caged and always provoked
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| By prey left unattended
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| And I’m not here to be the saviour you long for
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| Only the one you don’t
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| Are you watching me with eyes of a predator
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| As you move towards the door?
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Show me those pretty white jaws
|
| Show me where the delicate stops
|
| Show me what you’ve lost
|
| And why you’re always taking it slow
|
| Show me what wounds you’ve got
|
| Show me love
|
| Show me those pretty white jaws
|
| Show me where the delicate stops
|
| Show me what you’ve lost
|
| And why you’re always taking it slow
|
| Show me what wounds you’ve got
|
| Show me love
|
| Show me those pretty white jaws
|
| Show me where the delicate stops
|
| Show me what you’ve lost
|
| And why you’re always taking it slow
|
| Show me what wounds you’ve got
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| Show me love, oh |