| I want to see you babe, I don’t care how
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| Insane asylum and I’m breaking out
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| They got a number on my head, man
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| Everybody wants me dead
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| But I couldn’t care less right now
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| I find you floating in a fevered dream
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| Follow the diagonal of your denim jeans
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| Between these cypress trees
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| You’ll bring it on home to me
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| How can I tell if this is for real?
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| I can’t explain the way that I feel
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh
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| Somehow, you know what I mean
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| Behind the billboards where the adverts spin
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| Above the highway where the city begins
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| And suburbs end in the early A. M
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| I’m hungering for your skin
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| How can I tell if this is for real?
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| I can’t explain the way that I feel
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| Girl, somehow, somehow, you know what I mean
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| When no one else does
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| It’s worth killing for, dying, risk hell and high fire for
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| When you’re the only person, only one that I adore
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| Somehow, you know what I mean
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Hell is empty and we party on the crust of this
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| Hollowed out, spinning sphere
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| Hell is empty and all the devils are here |