| The first time the phone rings to my ear, I’m elusive, man
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| California saw me really fuckin' faded, man
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| Eye to eye in a passion dance
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| Secret boy with my secret plans
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| Talk me down and out my head in a double bed
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| New releases get delayed by the blogs again
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| Back me up if the tourin' fails
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| The sacred text is the album sales
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| You know I’m so down, never slow down
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| And I’m so for that, take control of that
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| I really saw you in that S-Class Benz
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| I saw the inside of your high rise then
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| A fuckin' waster in the way that I spend my time
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| Icy feelin’s come to me in a foreign ride
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| Eye to eye in another time
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| Secrets kept of another kind
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| I can feel you breathin' hard when I’m by your side
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| I know the feelin' that’s been keepin' you up at night
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| I and I is a passionate lie
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| Secret boy, in a secret life
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| I really felt impressed then…
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| There was somethin' that I missed then…
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| Somethin' about it tells me, that you don’t even know me
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| Call me like the one
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| The one you’ve been ignorin'
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| Passin' out and then buy you somethin' foreign
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| I was really in Seattle with my last band soarin' like a real heartbreaker
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| West Coast tourin'
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| Wrote half an album before I bailed
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| Still collectin' from album sales
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| Call me when you want me or if somethin’s really wrong
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| Baby, I just couldn’t stand when I crashed that car
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| Secret texts when I ran the light
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| I and I is a passionate lie
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| Secret boy in a secret life… |