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(yeah)
Lover, I’m on the street
Gonna go where the bright lights
And the big city meet
With a red guitar...on fire
Desire
She’s a candle burning in my room
Yeah I’m like the needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon everybody got one
And the fever when I’m beside her
Desire, desire...
And the fever...getting higher
Desire, desire...burning, burning
She’s the dollars
She’s my protection
Yeah she’s a promise
In the year of election
Oh sister, I can’t let you go
Like a preacher stealing hearts
At a traveling show
For love or money money money
Money money money money money
Money money money
And the fever, getting higher
Desire, desire, desire, desire
Desire, desire
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Lyrics: U2
