You put your face in front of mine
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All but hiding desperation
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Hunger leaks out of your eyes
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Whetting me with dark temptation
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All I want, all I want is to hold you
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Instead I hold my breath
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Sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
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Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
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(hey, hey, hey)
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In a dimly lighted bar
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We sit while Conscience pours another
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And she is home, and she is waiting
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She my friend, she your lover
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I can hear the angels on your shoulder
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And the devil on your lips
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And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
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Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
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You can read me like a trashy book
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I'm barely keeping in these rages
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So far so clean, but I'm torn between, see, I'm torn between
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These pages, pages
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You put your face in front of mine
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And breathed a wordless conversation
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Good intentions, true regret
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Cannot eclipse love's desperation
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And I'm sickened by the season, I am smitten with you
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Saddled with this treason, I am smitten with you
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I am smitten with you
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I am smitten with you
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(hey, hey, hey)
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Smitten
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Bree Sharp |