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(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
It’s a little bit late now,
But there’s times you will get a little bit out of hand
Making all of a spill
And if we can lay this down you’re going all the way
Take a look and I’ll check it out,
Cause I can always find it
Such a lonely place... ooooh
This room without your face... ooooh
Ooooooh...american science
All night long she can two-step and sway
Ooooooh...it’s such awful manners
Don’t keep me waiting come and lie beside me.
A little megalomania becomes you evidently
There ain’t a thing you can’t acquire with your cling-wrap
Plaything just look at this state,
I crawl around in a daze, like symptomatic case of your soul persuasion
Such a lonely place... ooooh
This room without your face... ooooh
(chorus)
Ooooooh...it’s a little bit later now,
There’s times you will, let it all get out of hand
When you feel you feel
I just switched on the operation.
Such a lovely face... ooooh
And pulls me into place ... ooooh
(chorus) to fade
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