| You paint such a pretty picture
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| You fuel my desire
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| But destiny’s always uncertain
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| When fate’s still in style
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| I’ve travelled the road of excess
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| I’ve learned to survive
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| I picked up the devil he told me He wanted to drive…
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| I’m watching the rain clouds come
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| And wash over me And I fall down wasted
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| I overload
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| I overload
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| Overload
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| So precious the smallest of mercies
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| I hold to my chest
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| I’m finding it’s taking forever
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| To sing every breath
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| But I know what I’ve said
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| I know what I’ve done
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| But I’m taking a break from reason
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| Because I still want some fun
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| I’m watching the rain clouds come
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| And wash over me
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| I’m searching for someone, something
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| To satify me
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| I’m watching the rain clouds come
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| And wash over me And I fall down wasted
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| I overload
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| So satisfy everything
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| And damn the dismay
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| Because pleasure becomes the puppet
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| Before your mistakes
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| So sing, all along, sing every song
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| Louder, louder now…
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| I’m watching the rain clouds come
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| And wash over me
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| I’m searching for someone, something
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| To satisfy me
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| I’m watching the rain clouds come
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| And wash over me And I fall down wasted
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| I overload
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| I overload
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| I overload
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| I overload
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| I overload |