| At the stroke of midnight
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| Staring at the phone
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| For the millionth time I’m all alone
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| I’m the guy she turns to
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| When her lovers leave
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| I’m the wild card she’s got up her sleeve
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| But she don’t look at me with
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| Eyes on fire
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| Glowing like coals in the night
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| Hungry eyes
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| Burning with love and desire
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| I’m like a long-lost brother
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| I’m closer than her friends
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| The only one on whom she can depend
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| She thinks I’m sweet and gentle
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| She thinks the world of me
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| But late at night I’m not the one she needs
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| She never looks at me with
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| Eyes on fire
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| Glowing like coals in the night
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| Hungry eyes
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| Burning with love and desire
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| Doesn’t she see that I’m crying out
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| Can’t she tell that I’m needing her now
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| Eyes on fire
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| Eyes on fire
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| Eyes on fire burning with love
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| Eyes on fire
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| Glowing like coals in the night
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| Hungry eyes
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| Burning with love and desire
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| Eyes on fire
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| Glowing like coals in the night
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| Hungry eyes
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| Burning with love and desire
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| Love and desire
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| Eyes on fire
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| Glowing like coals in the night
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| Hungry eyes
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| Burning with love and desire
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| Eyes on fire
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| Glowing like coals in the night
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| Hungry eyes
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| Burning with love and desire |