| I see him standing silhoetted in the lamp light
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| I cross the street and I quicken my pace
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| He cups his hands and he
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| Lights a cigarette
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| I find myself in the bones
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| Of his face.
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| Oh oh making me crawl in the dust again
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| It’s just the night under my skin
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| Slipping it in
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| He’s got his hands in my hair
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| And his lips everywhere
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| Oh yeah, it feels good. |
| It’s alright
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| He’s got me up against the back of a pick up truck
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| Out of sight of the neon glare
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| His mouth is welded on me on a beach under the moonlight
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| Lovers lane, he treats the same. |
| Anywhere
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| making me crawl in the dust again
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| It’s just the night, under my skin
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| Slipping it in
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| he’s got his chest on my back
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| Cross a new cadillac
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| Oh yeah, feels good. |
| it’s alright
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| Instrumental
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| I got my head on the kerb
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| And I can’t produce a word
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| Oh yeah, it feels good, it’s alright
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| It feels good, it’s alright
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| It’s just the night in my veins
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| It feels good, it’s alright
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| It’s just the night in my veins |