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I must resist the thought you kissed
The truth you've somehow turned around I must resist your soft warm fist The pounding of a lonely sound You as thin as rain And me I wear my heart Like a red stain I fear that I am not enough for you I just don't measure up I fear this constant condition My strange strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction Strange I must deny the lullabye The skin the touch that makes me high I must deny not knowing why The truth has left me dumb tongue-tied You don't feel my pain And ? ? wear my heart Like a ? ? I fear that I am not enough for you I just don't measure up I fear this constant condition My strange strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction Strange, strange strange I fear I am not enough I don't measure up I fear this constant condition My strange strangelove addiction Strange Strangelove addiction ... |
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She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show She's there shaking it out on the scene And she's the colour of a magazine And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh She's employed where the sun don't set And she's the shape of a cigarette And she's the shake of a tambourine And she's the colour of a magazine And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh And if she tells you two is one Then two is one my love Ah Ah And if she tells you you should know Then you should know my love She is strung out on a TV dream And she's the taste of the gasoline And she's as similar as you can get To the shape of a cigarette And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh And she's in fashion Ouh Ouh Ouh The sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blows my brain The sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blows my brain I said The sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blows my brain sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blows my brain I said The sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blows my brain Sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blow my brain |
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