| Well you can call me when you wakeup
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| Your tears smeared from your makeup
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| And we are here in the wake of
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| A fire burning down our love
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| And I feel a filth now
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| I feel it deep within my bones
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| And I walk these city streets
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| Drunk and stumbling all alone
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| And I want so bad
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| To be next to you
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| But there’s only so much two hearts can suffer through
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| And I think apart
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| May do us better
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| I’m glad it happened at all
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| Rather than never
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| But you’re so cold blooded
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| Ooh my souls flooded
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| Water that’s as cold as ice
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| You be my muse and I be your vice
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| And wouldn’t it be something
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| If we could find the way
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| Somewhere in someplace and time
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| We could both be ok
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| I pray you’re somewhere pretty
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| And that you’re staying true
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| To that spitfire fireball drinking girl that I knew
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| But you’re so cold blooded
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| Ooh my souls flooded
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| Water that’s as cold as ice
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| You be my muse and I be your vice
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| I pray your somewhere pretty
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| And thats staying true
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| To that spitfire fireball drinking girl that I knew
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| But you’re so cold blooded
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| Ooh my souls flooded
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| Water that’s as cold as ice
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| You be my muse and I be your vice |