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Thinking about the storm advancing
Thinking about the lightning dancing in your eyes

No use in patching up a sinking ship
This is the last time we do this, baby
This is the last time you taste my lips

I know, I know who you really are
You know, you know how to break my heart

It's the way you let me throw ya 'cross the bed
Got ya runnin' through my head when I know I should be sleeping
But I can't escape, you're addicted to the lust, the imaginary trust
Got ya beggin' for it, screamin' for it
Here we go, now it's time to cut the cord and abandon love support
We're through.