So hard to make a call on what you do or say
It's not my place to do so, anyway
I'm watching your fingers painting shadows with the beat
Longing for your hands to reach out for me
I've got something to say
Giving away my dirty deed
I've got nothing to lose
To tell you you're the liquid of my dreams
I'd say you were there
We're walking a tightrope made of high voltage wire
We're melting as we tend to our fires
I don't want to hear
You see how I fight to claw my way further down
The need to bury my secret is strong
Will I ever be clean of this
But leave a light on so you can watch me sin
So hard to pull the brake once you're on the ride
You'll get to know me from the inside
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