She's an emotion avenger
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she is the villain who sends a
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Line of dark fantastic passion
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She knows that you will surrender
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Knows that you will surrender
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you want this fantastic passion
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we¡¯ll have fantastic passion
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You can feel her lips undress your eyes
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Why should ugly skin that never feels...
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Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it
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this one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it
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Words of love, words so leisured
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Words are poisoned darts of pleasure
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die...
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Yes, she's in her black mood tonight
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Watch her dye your black hair white
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Rob you of your muscles, slacken
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all the skin that was so tight
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So ask for a reason
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Ask for any reason
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Ask for the one reply
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for the one reply
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Try for reason
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but passion never lives
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it dies with reason
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Try for reason
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then die¡¦
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Words So Leisured
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Franz Ferdinand |