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Frozen fingers on my skin |
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Guilty hands clutching gin |
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Your tin, thin eyes can't see within |
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Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn |
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And the silence won't subside |
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As i crawl to your scaly side |
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Your eyes could never hide |
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My eyes and all their pride |
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My shoulder to your face is so warm |
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Dim light from the moon outlines our form |
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You're sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn |
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Between here and there and everywhere you're torn |
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Carving out a piece for me, saving three for you |
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Squeeze me tight and that's all |
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Waiting........waiting for you |
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To call out my name, speak to me |
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And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track |
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Call out my name, speak to me |
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And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track |
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There's a warm breeze in the city tonight |
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Soft light makes every sad sight seem alright |
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And i'm spinning around and we're holding tight |
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Soul to soul and face to face we turn..... |
