| I don’t ever want to hate you
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| So don’t show me your bed
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs
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| The first thing that she said
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| Temptation greets you like your naughty mate
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| The one that used to get you in bother
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| But one you could never bring yourself to hate
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| And she said we’ve got that spark
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| But only lights a fuse, helps you see in the dark
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| But it’s a sight you’ll lose when
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| The temptation greets you like your naughty friend
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| I don’t ever want to hate you
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| So don’t show me your bed
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs
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| The only ends are dead
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| Temptation greets you like your naughty mate
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| The one that made you steal and set things on fire
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| The one you haven’t seen of late
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| And I said that kind of talk
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| Only adds intrigue to the cauldron of thought
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| It’s already exceeding
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| Temptation, the very thing that held her back
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| I don’t ever want to hate you
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| So don’t show me your bed
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs
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| The only ends are dead
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| I don’t ever want to hate you
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| It’s not part of the plan
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| So keep your charm where I can’t see it
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| And your hands where I can
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| Yo, it’s Rasc' gettin' dirtee stankin', yeah
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| We used to be in tight, me and my naughty friends
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| Caused pure madness in the end, I mean day and night
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| We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight
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| Smoking, drinking, drag riding
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| Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding
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| Reckless youngsters, no direction, no sign of correction
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| But then I switched it off, changed my ways
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| Run the area like, «Oh, my days»
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| But a lot of my naughty friends, they’re not phased
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| Can’t believe that this music pays
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| See no reason why we can’t do
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| All the things that we’ve always done
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| Still in my heart I know that’s just one
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| But it’s hard to fight the temptation, son
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| The panic will fall down around you
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| If you don’t do what I say
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| I don’t ever want to hate you
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| So don’t show me your bed
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| The only roads are cul-de-sacs
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| The only ends are dead
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| I don’t ever want to hate you
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| It’s not part of the plan
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| So keep your charm where I can’t see it
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| And your hands where I can |