Skin on Skin
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Nothing more or less than
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Skin on skin
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I want to lick the sweat off
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Skin on skin
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But don't talk to me about right or wrong
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Skin on skin
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I want to cut in deep in
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Skin on skin
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I need to sink my teeth in
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Skin on skin
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But don't talk to me about right or wrong
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Skin on skin
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I want to crush your mouth
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And skin on skin
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I want to bruise your lips
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Tell me what do you know about right or wrong
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Skin on skin
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I want to scratch your flesh
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And skin on skin
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I need to scrape the bones of
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Skin on skin
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You can't teach me a thing about right or wrong
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London stops
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And everything's sweet
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You look out of your window
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But there's no street
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The cars are gone
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The night is dead
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And the dogs have lost their growl
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And the air seems stale
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Cos the lions caged
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It whimpers low
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but the beast has been tamed
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So where's the riot
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It's much too quiet
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And my breath taste like
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Rotten feet
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There's chatter from my window
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But it seems so dead
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And there's no one talking
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But some talking heads
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Yes, tonight we go to sleep
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With the lullabye sound of buildings falling down
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Hey d'ya hear the scratch of skin on skin
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Hey d'ya feel the scrape of bone on bone
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Things get tight, close to the bone
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We feel fragile tonight
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We don't like us much
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But we can stay warm at least for an hour or two
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Skin on skin
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I need to scratch and bleed it
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Skin on skin
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Just the touch and feel of
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Skin on skin
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We don't talk anymore about right or wrong
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Skin on skin
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I want to smell the stink of
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Skin on skin
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Hot in the summer heat and
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Skin on skin
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I never open my mouth about right or wrong
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Skin on Skin
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Boomtown Rats |