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Mouth open, |
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It's late, |
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Dead silence, |
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Black space, |
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I've been patient, |
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For too long, |
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I just can't wait to get under your skin. |
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Without thinking, |
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Take, |
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What I want, |
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My claws creeping down, |
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Where it's warm, |
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If I'm dreaming, |
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Is this wrong? |
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I just can't wait to get under your skin. |
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I'm not sure what this could be, |
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Something's broke inside of me, |
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Tucked away and out of sight, |
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The after-hours bring it to life. |
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I can't help it, |
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No, |
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I can't speak, |
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My skin's crawling in my sleep, |
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My head's screaming, |
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I can't stop, |
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I just can't wait to get under your skin. |
