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de Turboweekend

You were waiting on the stairs for me
You'd put something in your hair for me
A scent of secret only I could smell

But your face was turned away from me
You were talking to everybody else than me
And your voice rang dark from the bottom of a well

As I fell
Into your spell
Sweet Jezebel

I saw the rush hour stop for you
It didn't seem like it was new to you
My eyes touched your skin like dust and grime

In my dream I heard the word from you
Telling me exactly what to do
For you to turn back the clockworks of your mind

And I fell
Into your spell
Sweet Jezebel

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