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Late, late going out tonight |
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It's the fire in your eyes calls |
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Wait, what makes you glow so bright? |
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It's the fire in your eyes |
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Your soul's paying for lack of ice |
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And you say you played it right |
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And going out in the night |
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While I'm whispering your name |
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Burnt out and dried |
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Your image wiped |
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Washed out like a morning tide |
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There's only fire in your eyes |
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Fire in your eyes |
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Talk, talk to me all the night |
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It's the poison in your tongue makes |
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Way to the cold knives I mouth |
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There's no reason to resist |
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Till I can reach your lips |
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And you say you played it right |
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And going out in the night |
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While I'm whispering your name |
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Burnt out and dried |
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Your image wiped |
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Washed out like a morning tide |
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There's only fire in your eyes |
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Fire in your eyes |
