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Club 45
She dropped the bomb
And held the score
A leather fiction
That has left her bored
Another seed
I stuck into you
You get the toxic
With a broken clue
You feel the heat
Content again
A drug that speeds
You till you hit the band
Prepared for more
You scrubbed the floor
Till you had enough
And then you locked the door
All my senses
Are collected in my hand
And I think that it was
Nothing I have planned
Another scene
On a busy street
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I know I'm there
To get up my feet
A rip-off fare
Of a leather sign
I feel like something
That was on your mind
Intend the kiss
That let me in
Into a secret
That was made in sin
And stuck too deep
And what has left is just
A fuckin' creep
All my senses
Are collected in my hand
And I think that
It was nothing I have planned
All my senses
Are collected in my hand
And you are banned
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