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Got a real bad case of restless |
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As I pace around my room |
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The old urge has started stirring |
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Must be the power of the moon |
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Been feeling, oh, so nervous |
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Since my loving's turned to mud |
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And I hear that night wind howlin' |
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It's time to find new blood |
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New blood |
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It's been a year, three days ago |
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Not a letter or a call |
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This room has been my prison cell |
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I know every crack, on every wall |
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My locked-up desires boiling |
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Tensions rising to a flood |
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Now the streets are calling me, people |
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I've got to find new blood |
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New blood |
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(Guitar solo) |
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There's a woman out there somewhere |
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A woman starved for love |
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A member, just like I am |
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Of the "Lost your lover's club" |
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And now she can't control it |
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And the fever starts to burn |
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I know we're bound to come together |
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Cause she's lookin' for new blood |
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New blood |
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Ohhhhhhh! |
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People |
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Don't you hear me howl? |
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Cryin |
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I'm lookin' for new blood |
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New blood |
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Ohhhhhhh! |
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Ohhhhhh! |
