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it's four a.m., i'm drunk and alone trying to call you on a public phone. i wanted passion, i wanted desire. my heart is a flame that pains me if i do not light it on fire. i'm the perfect picture of a perfect fool. you're out doing what i wanted you to i'm in the heartbreak hotel and there's a desk clerk for hire. my heart is a flame that pains me if i do not light it on fire. how can i tell you just how it feels. how do you make love stay and how do you know if what's staying is real. i was the one full of whiskey and talk. i was the one with the skip in his walk. you say the truth hurts, yeah well, so does a liar. my heart is a flame that pains me if i do not light it on fire. |