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Lena Meyer-Landrut

Straitjacket

 

Straitjacket


(Poisoned air, I'll breathe you in)
(A straitjacket couldn't keep my hands off your skin)

We're bonded by something that's spiritual
Trust in miracle, mm-mm-mm
Whispering my name like a ritual
When you draw me close, mm-mm-mm

I could spend a lifetime getting over you
I can meet somebody, but tell me, what's the use?
'Cause I would spend forever in hell to get to you
I don't really care 'cause nobody, nobody compares to

The way you touch, the way you love
They'd have to bury me before I'd ever give you up
Poisoned air, I'll breathe you in
A straitjacket couldn't keep my hands off your skin

Physical, magnetic, electrical
It's a bittersweet escape
Can't keep our hands off each other
We love so much that we suffer
I wouldn't have it any other way

I could spend a lifetime getting over you
I can meet somebody, but tell me, what's the use?
'Cause I would spend forever in hell to get to you
I don't really care 'cause nobody, nobody compares to

The way you touch, the way you love
They'd have to bury me before I'd ever give you up
Poisoned air, I'll breathe you in
A straitjacket couldn't keep my hands off your skin

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
A straitjacket couldn't keep my hands off your skin
(O-o-o-ooh, o-o-o-ooh, o-o-o-ooh, o-o-o-ooh)
A straitjacket couldn't keep my hands off your skin

I know it's dramatic
But there's no one else that I would ever break for
Push me to my limit
But you're giving me that feeling that I'd wait for

I could spend a lifetime getting over you
I can meet somebody, but tell me, what's the use?
'Cause I would spend forever in hell to get to you
I don't really care 'cause nobody, nobody compares to

The way you touch, the way you love
They'd have to bury me before I'd ever give you up
Poisoned air, I'll breathe you in
A straitjacket couldn't keep my hands off your skin

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