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From the darkest part of a loneliness of a torn and troubled man, comes a desperate need to own you, in every way |
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I can, for while you were gently growing up in this green and pleasant land, |
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I'd already by then forsaken myself, |
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I was setting up my sham, |
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I'd describe myself as a wanderer, but you know that's not what |
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I am, and if you stand beside me we'll go lower than |
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I planned, because all my life |
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I'm thinking of you. |
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I'm thinking of you all the time, |
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I'm thinking of you when |
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I go out, |
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I'm thinking of you with all my heart, |
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I'm thinking of you without your clothes, |
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I'm thinking of you and when you're dressed up, |
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I'm thinking of you with your legs crossed, |
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I'm thinking of you and when they are not, |
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I think of you too |
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I'm thinking of you, always thinking of you, when |
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I lay down, |
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I'm thinking of you as |
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I go to sleep, |
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I'm thinking of you all through the night, |
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I'm thinking of you and your lovely body and just being with you, |
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I want to look at you every night, and hold and caress you through the night, because no matter what |
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I do, I'm thinking of you, always thinking of you, |
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So open your heart and let me come through, and in all of our life baby |
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I'll be thinking of you, |
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So open your heart and let me come through, and in all of our life |
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I'll be thinking of you, nobody but you, |
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I can't stop come on home |
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Come on back to me. |