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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
The lights are on,
but you're not home;
Your will
is not your own;
Your heart sweats,
Your teeth grind;
Another kiss
and you'll be mine...
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff
(Oh Yeah!)
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it,
You're addicted to love!"
-- Robert Palmer
Have you seen the well-to-do, up and down Park Avenue?
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the ai
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