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Stained, coffee cup, just that fingerprinted lipstick’s not enough. Sleep, where you lay, still a trace of innocence on the pillow case.

Waking up beside you, I’m my loaded gun. I can't contain this anymore, I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control. Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious, I just can't get enough of you, the pedal's down, my eyes are closed. No control.