| It’s four in the morning and I’m praying for rain
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| A boom crash crazy, running through my veins
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| With your thin white lips and your hair so wet
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| I need to climb inside your pretty head
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| I, I, I-I-I, I want you
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| I, I, I-I-I, You know I do
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| I know that you’re a Sunday child
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| A boom crash baby, obliged to be wild
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| I’m looking at you through telescope
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| I get high on love, I get high on hope
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| But I, I, I-I-I, I want you
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| I, I, I-I-I, You know I do
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| When the party is over and your make-up's run
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| A boom crash baby, we can speak of love
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| But from now until that time I will be your sacrifice
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| But I, I, I-I-I, I want you
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| I, I, I-I-I, You know I do |