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Frozen fingers on my skin
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Guilty hands clutching gin
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Your tin, thin eyes can't see within
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Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn
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And the silence won't subside
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As I crawl to your scaly side
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Your eyes could never hide
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My eyes and all their pride
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My shoulder to your face is so warm
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Dim light from the moon outlines our form
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You're sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn
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Between here and there and everywhere you're torn
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Carving out a piece for me, saving three for you
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Squeeze me tight and that's all
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Waiting........waiting for you
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To call out my name, speak to me
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And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track
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Call out my name, speak to me
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And say that it's alrigh to be on the wrong track
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There's a warm breeze in the city tonight
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Soft light makes every sad sight seem alright
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And I'm spinning around and we're holding tight
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Soul to soul and face to face we turn.....
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Down(AKA the Nasty Little Thoughts Version)
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