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His kisses are like drugs... They turn your eyes inside your head |
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Your skin comes alive... And your brain shuts off. |
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Then he turns on you and he's cruel and heartless |
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You can't figure out what went wrong |
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He's a hungry baby far from his mother |
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And you're no comfort at all |
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There's something physical between you |
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That keeps you tied to him |
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Like chains, it'll drag you down |
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WHen he's not around it's easy to intellectualize that he's no good |
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So you sit at home and you sleep and you dream a little more than you should |
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Then he opens the door |
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There's liquor on his breath, and perfume in his hair |
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He holds you close -- he's so warm and strong |
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And gradually you don't care |
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Sometimes you don't hear from him at all |
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And the voice in your head becomes a shout |
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What has he got that you can't live without |
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