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Banging in fevered ports |
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Banging in the night |
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Ankle deep in mud |
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I can sleep in mud |
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I was a kind of hooker |
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My lover was free |
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I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble |
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I just want to own something (young dirty street) |
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I can sleep with anything and more |
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Stripped women stripped men |
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I fall instead of him |
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I'm useless in the light fo the distance |
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I could break you for all the right reasons |
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I could hate you but what have I got |
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Nobody feels your tongue |
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Nobody sees you run |
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Nobody sees you make |
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Nobody knows your face |
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Love lives your whim |
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I'm stripped instead of him |
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I'm harmless in the light of the distance |
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I could break you for all the right reasons |
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I could hate you but what have I got |
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Nobody sees me old |
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Nobody feels me cold |
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Nobody lives my whim |
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Nobody knows you're him |
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I roam this head I carm what's left |
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I hide myself from her love |
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Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back |
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But making babis in the fields |
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And the birthmark on your shoulder |
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Making babies in the fields |
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Makes me older |
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Banging in fenceposts |
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Banging in the night |
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Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud |
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I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me |
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I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble |
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I just want to own something (old dirty earth) |
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I can sleep with anything and more |
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'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder |
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Making babies in the field |
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Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you |
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And that mark on your back making babies |
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In the field |
