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I see him standing silhouetted |
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In the lamp-light |
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I cross the street |
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And I quicken my pace |
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He cups his hands and he |
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Lights a cigarette |
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I find myself in the bones of his face |
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It's just the night in my veins |
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Oh Making me crawl in the dust again |
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It's just the night |
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Under my skin |
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Slipping it in |
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He's got his hands in my hair |
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And his lips everywhere |
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Oh yeah It feels good |
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It's alright |
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Even if it's just |
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The night in my veins |
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He's got me up against the back of a |
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Pick-up truck |
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Out of sight of the neon and glare |
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We might as well be on a beach |
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Under the moonlight |
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Love's language reads the same |
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Anywhere yeah |
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It's just the night in my veins |
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Oh Making me crawl in the dust again |
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It's just the night |
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Under my skin |
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Slipping it in |
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He's got his chest on my back |
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Across a new cadillac |
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Oh yeah It feels good |
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It's alright |
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Even if it's just |
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The night in my veins |
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Even if it's just the night in my veins |
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I've got my head on the |
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Kerb and I can't produce |
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A word Oh year |
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It feels good |
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It's alright |
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Even if it's just |
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The night in my veins |
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It feels good |
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It's alright |
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Even if it's just |
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The night in my veins |
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Even if it's just |
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The night in my veins |
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It feels good |
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It's alright |
