| The man in the black suit
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| Is waiting in the other room
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| He doesn’t even have to say a single word
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| 'cause you know he’s only there for you
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| The man in the black suit
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| Has got a couple of tricks up his sleeve
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| Do you wanna hang around and see the show
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| Or do you wanna make it for the door
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| It look’s like you’re running out of luck
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| Deafened by the ticking of the clock
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| Do you wanna take a chance and play your hand
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| Or do you wanna keep slipping away
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| Do you wanna keep slipping away
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| It’s seems so long ago
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| When you promised everything that you own
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| To spend another night with the one you couldn’t have
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| And now you gotta reap what you sow
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| She knows by the look in your eyes
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| That you were tiptoeing on the ice
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| She never ever gave a warning sign
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| That there was poison in her lies
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| So he spends all the rest of the night
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| Swimming in between her thighs
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| He gasps and she moans as she takes him for
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| The longest ride of his life
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| The longest ride of his life
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| And all the stars they keep falling
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| As her whispers burn my (?)
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| And I died a thousand deaths on her breast
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| While she left me hanging for a breath
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| Standing in the corner of the room
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| Was the man in the black suit
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| He lit a cigarette and turned around
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| And said, «Son, I’ll be seeing you soon.» |