Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Your lights are on, but you're not home
your will is not your own
your heart sweats, your teeth grind
another kiss and you'll be mine;
Whoa you like to think that you're immune to this stuff, oh yeah
it's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love.

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