I'm hearing secrets told before
from Second hand lovers addicted
And they say run, run as fast as you can
Like a gun, a silhouette
it's something that you know i crave
When time forgets you its so hard to be sane
You're telling me to walk away
As you light your cigarette
You've got a golden touch, Black magic
I feel the pressure come its, automatic
You've got a golden touch, Black magic
I feel the pressure come!!!

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