| Make me fumble
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| Make me fall
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| Make my heart stop and start
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| To tremble uncontrollably
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| Let my eyes see fear make desire
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| Keep those who long apart
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| Forbid the kiss
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| And leave us innocent
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| Of the things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| Make me remember
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| Make me forget
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| Make my mind unable
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| To force the body to do its will
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| Let it be right for belief and denial
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| To share a space in the heart and leave us only to imagine
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| About the things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| Make me pretend
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| Make me expect
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| Things can go and come to pass
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| Without trial or tribulation
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| Let this life space and time
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| Leave my body with permanent marks
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| Faded scars and lines
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| But not a single impression
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| Of the things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| Let me be tempted
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| Let me be torn
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| But make my thoughts pure and not
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| Morally corrupt in form
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| Let us sleep tonight
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| Let innocence lie in our dreams and secret hearts
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| With burning desire
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| A need to know and do
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| The things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| The things some do in the dark
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| © 2001 Tracy Chapman |