The sun rises The moon sets You think 'bout one thing And it ain't sex Place your bets The fever rises I feel Your unfounded fear The curtain falls The lovers call In the heat Of the night At the end Of our fight I know what you need I can help you feed Your hunger But I can't send Any more hopes And dreams cos It's the end.
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