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Still your mind
Still you bleed through my veins,
Like an express train,
you´re the one
but i cold never give you up.....
Sweet Jesus if it please you,
Don´t let the sun come up on me,
I´m feeling easy, baby, nice an sleazy,
Don´t let the sun come up on me...
I´m slap happy. I´m punch drunk.
Got a sinking feeling I´ll wake up,
on Monday with a suitcase full of nothing,
Ain´t it funny?
But i can´t believe,
I´m getting away with this,
Junkie´s parade through lover´s town.
You´re my little handful...
I´m your handful of dust-
Isn´t it ridiculous
What love´s done to us?
      
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