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To be lonely is my only trust in my silent movies |
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I can expose my lust |
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Taking snapshots in the light that |
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I do recall when |
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I retirePlaying with my fantasies, |
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I let the curtain fall in my desire |
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Still I need that touch for real, to discover and to feel |
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You're the one that breaks my heart and it's tearing me apart |
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Making love to you baby, making love it's all |
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I wantMaking love to you baby, making love |
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Every subway, every crowded street |
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Feeding my emotions, we pass but never meet |
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My touch is two dimensional, |
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I slowly close my eyes and think of you |
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More or less invisible still you're my point of view |
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I can't get to you |
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Still I need that touch for real, to discover and to feel |
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You're the one that breaks my heart and it's tearing me apart |
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Making love to you baby, making love it's all |
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I wantMaking love to you baby, making love |
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Making love(You're the one that breaks my heart) |
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Making love(And it's tearing me apart) |
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Making love, to you baby(You're the one that breaks my heart) |
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Making love, to you baby(And it's tearing me apart)... |
