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I brought your face down on my head
It was something I rehearsed in a dream
Youre too good looking far your own damn good
And you dont know what it could mean
Youve got me dying of thirst in the meantime
It even hurts when I scream
Youve got me drowning and still in the meantime
You dont know what it could mean
Because in my drunken stupor
Ive got to admire your ingenuity