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In For The Kill (Skream’s Let’s Get Ravey Remix)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.08.2012

We can fight our desires,
But when we start making fires.
We get ever so hot,
Whether we like it or not.
They say we can love who we trust,
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions,
And what are feelings without emotions?

I'm going in for the kill,
I'm doing it for a thrill,
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand.
And not let go of my hand.
[x2]

I hang my hopes out on the line,
Will they be ready for you in time.
If you leave them out too long,
They'll be withered by this song,
Full stops and exclamation marks.
My words stumble before I start,
How far can you send emotions?
Can this bridge cross the ocean?

I'm going in for the kill,
I'm doing it for a thrill,
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand.
And not let go of my hand.
[x4]

Im going in...
Im doing it...
Oh I'm hoping you'll..
You'll understand...

Im doing it...
Oh I'm hoping you'll...
You'll understand...


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