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I just know though I can't see but I can feel his hands all over me |
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His hot breath on me, I can't resist his rope, my wrists |
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I never knew there might be days like this |
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"Dream on", he says, "Dream on", he says |
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Will I be saved from these Titanic days? |
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A violent frenzy in a none too cheap hotel |
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He says it's hazy but I remember it so well |
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His arms, his face, the way my words got twisted out of place |
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"Dream on", he says, "Dream on", he always says |
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It's sink or swim in these Titanic days |
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So hot, so hungry, so fare thee well, goodbye |
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I got so angry, now I sit here and sigh |
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My love, always, we should rejoice in these Titanic days |
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"Dream on", he says, "Dream on" he says |
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Will I be saved, will I be saved? |
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"Dream on", he says, "Dream on", he says |
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Do you ever get that sinking feeling? |
