| Locked in your bedroom, the others distracted
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| Like sisters in secret you asked
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| With unusual substance if I wished I could feel it
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| Like the first or the second time we met
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| A rush then desire, a rush then desire
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| You cut me in
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| Though I knew I never was
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| Like you, beautiful, like you, born to rule
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| I can hear it still, faint and chill
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| The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure,
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| Can’t return, can’t return
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| Just fade into these silent days
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| Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| I was young and sick with love
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| Now I’m sick with something else
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| The curve of your spine as you knelt to your idol
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| Hollow and holier you swore
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| It was only for pleasure, the rush then desire
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| You turned on me, though I knew I never was
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| Like you, scared to live, like you, full of shit
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| I can hear it still, I can hear it still
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| The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure,
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| Can’t return, can’t return
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| Just fade into these silent days
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| Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| I was young and sick with love
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| Now I’m sick with something else
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| That was then and this is nowhere
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| You are nowhere near
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| That was then and this is nowhere
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| 'Cause you are nowhere near
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| And I can still hear
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| The echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure,
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| Can’t return, can’t return
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| Just fade into these silent days
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| Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| I was young and sick with love
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| Now I’m sick with something else
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| Oh, the echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure
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| Echo of pleasure, echo of pleasure |