Banging in fevered ports
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Banging in the night
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Ankle deep in mud
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I can sleep in mud
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I was a kind of hooker
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My lover was free
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I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble
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I just want to own something (young dirty street)
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I can sleep with anything and more
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Stripped women stripped men
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I fall instead of him
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I'm useless in the light fo the distance
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I could break you for all the right reasons
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I could hate you but what have I got
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Nobody feels your tongue
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Nobody sees you run
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Nobody sees you make
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Nobody knows your face
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Love lives your whim
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I'm stripped instead of him
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I'm harmless in the light of the distance
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I could break you for all the right reasons
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I could hate you but what have I got
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Nobody sees me old
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Nobody feels me cold
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Nobody lives my whim
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Nobody knows you're him
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I roam this head I carm what's left
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I hide myself from her love
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Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back
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But making babis in the fields
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And the birthmark on your shoulder
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Making babies in the fields
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Makes me older
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Banging in fenceposts
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Banging in the night
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Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud
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I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me
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I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble
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I just want to own something (old dirty earth)
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I can sleep with anything and more
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'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder
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Making babies in the field
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Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you
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And that mark on your back making babies
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In the field
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Bea
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