(G. Winter)
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At the stroke of midnight staring at the phone
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For the millionth time I'm all alone
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I'm the guy she turns to when her lovers leave
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I'm the wild card she's got up her sleeve
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But she don't look at me
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With eyes on fire glowing like coals in the night
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Hungry eyes burning with love and desire
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I'm like a long lost brother, I'm closer than a friend
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The only one on whom she can depend
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She thinks I'm sweet and gentle, she thinks the world of me
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But late at night I'm not the one she needs
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She never looks at me
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With eyes on fire glowing like coals in the night
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Hungry eyes burning with love and desire
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Don't you don't you see I'm cryin' out loud
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Can't she tell I need her now?
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Jam
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She never looks at me
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With eyes on fire glowing like coals in the night
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Hungry eyes burning with love and desire
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With eyes on fire glowing like coals in the night
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Hungry eyes burning with love and desire
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Eyes on fire Hungry eyes...
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Eyes On Fire
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
