The way to your heart
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I¡¯m swimming in blood
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That¡¯s my only language
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The way to your heart
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I¡¯m digging through garbage
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I¡¯m searching for spare change
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Yeah, I¡¯m looking in your eyes
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The way to your heart
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I love your secret smiles
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And all the songs that you sing
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And all your highway's miles
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And they say, we will be lost from view
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We will be lost from view
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Yeah, we will be nearer and nearer to
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The point of desire
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Sat behind the steering wheel
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And I forgot my destination
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I could see your stupid hands
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And I can feel them burn
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There¡¯s a big steel bird behind your eyes
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Like a steel inside of a burning building
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Let the building collapse right down on our heads
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Fall down on our laps, on our tiny tiny beds
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Saying, we will be lost from view
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Yeah we will be beautiful
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And we will be nearer and nearer to
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The point of desire
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Mary was born in the funhouse
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She loved the magic mirrors
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'Cuz there she could be beautiful
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Take your money to the man
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Walk right up to the counter
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He¡¯ll take out your eyes
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I¡¯m sure he¡¯ll put in something that¡¯s better
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And he¡¯ll say, ¡°In this world or in any other,
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Why is it so easy?¡±
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Yeah, everything¡¯s warm and festive, and everything¡¯s on fire
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Am I a beautiful piece of trash, well you¡¯re a wonderful liar
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And I¡¯ll never know your name, and I¡¯ll never see you tire
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And you¡¯ll say, we will be lost from view
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We will be lost from view and
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We will be nearer and nearer to
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Point of Desire
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American Music Club |