| You find your secret in me
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| You find yourself in this moment of truth
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| When the stranger wants again
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| Just a touch of this fascination
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| And with a might in your best intention
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| All your difference is breaking down
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| With our witness built of shame
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| Soul hiding in a term of game
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| You surrender this love like a child
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| With your innocence of pain
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| And you called it imagination
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| Hypnotized by your own reflection
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| It’s a treat to make it right
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| Nothing ventured, no one blamed
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| Oh but it’s the perfect crime
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| Temptation to the friend of mine
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| There’s a point of no return
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| Oh but it’s the perfect crime
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| Temptation to the friend of mine
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| There’s a point of no return
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| I lose those ways
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| You might have known where to be sure
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| You find yourself in this moment of truth
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| Where the strangers standing there
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| You turn away from his invitation
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| And you bury your indecision
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| In the part of all these resistance
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| Satisfied with nothing more
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| Oh but it’s the perfect crime
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| Temptation to the friend of mine
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| There’s a point of no return
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| Oh but it’s the perfect crime
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| Temptation to the friend of mine
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| There’s a point of no return
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| I lose those ways… Ooh ooh ooh ooh… |