| On my way over to your place
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| Somewhere I got lost along the way
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| Blinded by all of these neon lights
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| Those southern belles and Savannah nights
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| I see you moving, you’re an addiction
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| I’ll play the junkie, you’ll be the cure
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| You know me better than I know myself
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| Your cold intentions froze my desire
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| Cheap motels and this real cheap wine
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| Sex only sells if someone buys
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| The smell of sweat as the semen dries
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| Now I can not look her in the eyes
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| I’m on the edge now, I’m looking over
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| You’re down and lonely, your hands in motion
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| Beyond temptation, beyond control
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| Your cold intentions froze in my veins
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| Convince myself that it was justified
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| I guess I’ll blame it on those neon lies
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| I see you moving, you’re an addiction
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| I’ll play the junkie, you’ll be the cure
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| You know me better than I know myself
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| Your cold intentions froze my desire |