The scene has retaken shape
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It seems your stuck in the middle
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The legs of your lover
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Have spread for another
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You’re invaded and coming undone
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Retrace, recount, refuse
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Become, believe, be well
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Impress, impose, embark
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Conceal, connect, conquer
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You give it all
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And sometimes fade away
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You give it all
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We all just fade
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It’s not love
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We’re not love
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But I’m not perishing
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Cause vengeance holds my hand
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To be lost amongst the slaves
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Shackled and blistering
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Its now lust that holds my hand
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Tonight I’ll find my way
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So now you think this is safe
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Oh boy you better be careful
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I’ve never had the chance for
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This kind of love
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I’m infected and coming undone
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Tonight I’ll find my way
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Life In A Museum
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| A Static Lullaby |
