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In an empty room, I'm a copy. Maybe crash and burn like gasoline, burn On empty streets and pavements. Running from the heat, adrenaline rush Got the wrong adress Transfer L.A.X. into the dance cafe You had your eyes on me Too many gates, men of many trades Back at the dance cafe, they had their hands on me I'm no fucking doll, you play me You and your boys, remember my name How did we get that close, to nothing? These eyes alone are quite enough Got the wrong adress Transfer L.A.X. into the dance cafe You had your eyes on me Too many gates, men of many trades Back at the dance cafe, they had their hands on me You're closer! Dead heat! You're closer! Dead heat! You're closer! Dead heat! You're closer! Dead... Got the wrong adress Transfer L.A.X. into the dance cafe You had your eyes on me Too many gates, men of many trades Back at the dance cafe, they had their hands on me Dead heat! Dead heat! |