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Припев:
 C#m
The sweetest perfection
A
To call my own
F#m
The slightest correction
G#
Couldn\'t finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind 

E
I stop and I stare too much
A
Afraid that I care too much
F#m
And I hardly dare to touch
G#
For fear that the spell may be broken 
When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens 

Припев

Things you\'d expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me 
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me 

Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn\'t trade 

Припев:
C#-5
Of any kind