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Dim the lights |
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No don't talk |
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Brass mirrors on my wall |
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All the sheets are on the floor, and i wonder how it feels at the end |
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Telling lies, making sin |
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Ending up more than friends |
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All while we, dent the walls and bend the frames |
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Always wet but hardly clean |
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Never sleep, you'd do the same |
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Lock the doors and pull the shades |
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In the dark or bright as day |
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At your home or on the way |
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Standing up or we can lay |
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Lock the doors and pull the shades |
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Golden tan, head to feet |
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In your car on the street |
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Plack to park |
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Push back the seat |
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All while we, dent the walls and bend the frames |
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Always wet but hardly clean |
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Never sleep, you'd do the same |
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Lock the doors and pull the shades |
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In the dark or bright as day |
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At you home or on the way |
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Standing up or we can lay |
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Lock the doors and pull the shades. |
