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Heat
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It was the heat of the night I think
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Or it could've been the effect of the drink
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But I had to brush away the flies
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That started to collect around your eyes
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I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust
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You're still playing games and abusing my trust
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In the heat of the night
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In the glow of the light
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It's the back and the bite
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That's feeling alright
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Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
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Do you need them for ego
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Do you need them for sex
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It was a bite of a night gone wrong
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And the effect of listening to negative songs
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Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand
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And the way the room keeps spinning around
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I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust
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(Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)
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You're still playing games and abusing my trust
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(And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)
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In the heat of the night
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In the glow of the light
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It's the back and the bite
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That's feeling alright
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Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
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Do you need them for ego
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Do you need them for sex
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And you're moaning about your wasted life
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Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes"
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With the cups on the floor
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And the plates in the sink
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And the room full of smoke
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And then you full of drink
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You skin's going dry
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And the colour of sand
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Ignore the cigarette burning your hand
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Heat
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