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Fire in my vains

sitting on the backseat of a cab
i need to leave this city tonight
last eve was my shipwreck
i sold my soul to a bird,
i fell in love she just worked all night
she was a bitch and i wasn't rich
but now i need to realize
it's clear like the sun rise
that was just a dream
my empty pocket
was my wake up scream

nothing is real
our sex was just a deal
you are not my priest
but the fire in my veins

i will be the sun and watch you from the top
than i will be the slave when no time to hesitate

What i need to do
to forget those nights with you

Your heat will be the main dish
My money is your payment
my love is just the tip

Your heat will be the main dish
My money is your payment
don't need to be sheepish

Oh I sold my soul to a bird
While she just working

Oh I sold my soul to a bird
All i want is her heat