A sign from you is my attraction
But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
The blood of my veins is pumped into your hands
Like a puppet you control, I'm feeling the effects
Ooh, I'm lost, lost like the needle
I drown, drown at the low tide
A sign from you is my attraction
But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
You're my engine and drive the bitterness that bites
But you poison me, all day and the night
Ooh, I'm lost, lost like the needle
I drown, drown at the low tide
Ooh, a sign from you is my attraction
But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
Oh, a sign from you is my attraction
But the focus on you might be a trapdoor
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