| Well, did you think that I would feel this way?
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| I just don’t think that your lips will ever taste the same
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| And are you relevant, without a care?
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| How do you sleep at night when tossing is endured by fear?
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| Well, the plunge and the pain…
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| Just like a sink, it’s meant for drowning on another day
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| Well, your legs, painted grey…
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| It’s like story blowing over on a rainy day
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| When our lips meet we’ll ignite this whole God fearing city
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| When your lust dries up I still won’t go away
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| When our bodies meet we’re acting via civil motion…
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| But I doubt our frequency will ever be the same
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| And with the motions she fakes, she counts the hearts that she breaks
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| And screams
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| «Trust me! |
| Touch me! |
| Trust me!» |
| Lust…
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| Please take my life, gouge my eyes
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| Make your way into me
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| Take my pride, Hands on thighs
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| Suck me dry
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| So put it simply, she’s still lonely
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| And I’ll try to refrain from the lies that I make
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| So put it simply, she’s still lonely
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| And I’ll try to refrain…
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| Come on… |