| I wanna dance in the dark someday
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| Touching the lace on your skin
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| Holding you close as my hands start to wander
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| Perfect in your lingerie, immersed as we begin
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| I’m gonna dance with you come what may
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| Slaves to a passionate kiss
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| You’ll bring the lightning and I’ll bring the thunder
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| You and I were born just like a storm from the abyss
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| So you scream from the inside
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| As you breathe it sustains
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| Ecstasy, pleasure entwined with pain
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| This fantasy turned physical
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| And now the need is so bad (now the need is so bad)
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| Passion on fire hits the high ground running
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| We’re Cyclones reaching critical
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| Our destiny is storm clad (destiny is storm clad)
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| We’re on a high wire with a World War coming
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| But never ceasefire when desire’s gunrunning
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| I wanna speak from the heart someday
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| Words of a love deep within
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| «Touch» is the cage of this spell that I’m under
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| «Lust» the heavy chain to such a strange hypothesis
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| I’m gonna capture you come what may
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| Peace in our time can’t exist
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| Sex is your weapon that tears me asunder
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| Making me the force that you are powerless to resist
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| So you scream… |