| Gotta cross these night sky lights.
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| Down through the doorway, where I could lose a life.
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| The mess, obsessed, immersed in the lewd perfume.
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| Feel some woman in the room.
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| Maybe somewhere in the room.
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| See, watching where you feel, the way you walked back down.
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| Not about turning heads.
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| Pretending not to know what it’s all about.
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| But it’s about how you move me.
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| And how I’d like to make you feel.
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| (but in your mind charades?)
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| Know what I am, know what I am.
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| Alone, afraid, living fast as I can.
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| No one will save me if I cannot save myself.
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| It’s in my mind sometimes at night.
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| And I wait, for daylight, for you.
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| Eye to eye, the feeling rushes inside.
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| Eyes go wide they look away, already feel what’s left to say.
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| Is it great to you?
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| Does the desperation show?
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| It’s in my mind sometimes at night when I’m waiting for the daylight.
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| But nothing is said.
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| My mind is wound too tight.
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| Strangers been talking, pretending to know me.
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| Do you believe every lie they say?
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| (ha ha ha)
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| Like I think all these women really want me.
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| And all these people — they’re running around.
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| Ripping it up and tearing it down.
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| It’s about how you move me, and how I’d like to make you feel.
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| It’s in my mind sometimes at night while I wait for the daylight.
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| And I’m waiting eye to eye. |