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Sex (The Black Angel)
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(Sullivan/Morrow/Heaton)
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Look at my eyes - you know what it is
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I want you, I want you
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The way your body moves beneath that dress
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And all the nights I've spent away alone in sleeplessness
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It's a hunger that we can fill
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Racing, racing
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And every nerve tingles with it
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I want you, I want you
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You know the way that I can make you feel
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Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you
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Pull down your hair a little
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Open up your mouth a little
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You're beautiful, you're the best
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This feeling that you know oh so well
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Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell
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And I want you now
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Driving down
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Driving down
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Into the fires
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Every stretch and move is like a dream
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Eating, biting, scratching
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And all there is, is these racing pulses
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And the breathing
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Forget all the lies that they gave to you
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Believe in this 'cos how could this feeling not be true
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Driving down
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Driving down
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And I want you now . . . now . . .
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Sex (The Black Angel)
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| New Model Army |
