The sweetest perfection
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To call my own
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The slightest correction
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Couldn't finely hone
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The sweetest infection
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Of body and mind
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The sweetest injection
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Of any kind
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I stop and I stare too much
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Afraid that I care too much
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And I hardly dare to touch
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For fear that the spell may be broken
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When I need a drug in me
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And it brings out the thug in me
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Feel something tugging me
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Then I want the real thing, not tokens
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The sweetest perfection
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To call my own
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The slightest correction
|
Couldn't finely hone
|
The sweetest infection
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Of body and mind
|
The sweetest injection
|
Of any kind
|
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The things you'd expect to be
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Having effect on me
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Pass undetectedly
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But everyone knows what has got me
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Takes me completely
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Touches so sweetly
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Reaches so deeply
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I know that nothing can stop me
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The sweetest perfection
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An offer was made
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An assorted collection
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But I wouldn't trade
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The sweetest perfection
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To call my own
|
The slightest correction
|
Couldn't finely hone
|
The sweetest infection
|
Of body and mind
|
The sweetest injection
|
Of any kind
|
|
Takes me completely
|
Touches so sweetly
|
Reaches so deeply
|
Nothing can stop me
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The Sweetest Perfection
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| Depeche Mode |
