Robin Margerin, Thomas Solomiac
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I don't want the heart palpitation pantomime,
Give me the real thing and I'll fall right in line
If the beat's to faint, the hook can't sink
If the pounding's in my temples no need to think
We're out of time, we're out of time
There's no reason and there's no rhyme
We're out of time, we're out of time
And you know it
I don't want the same old why-not-touch,
I need to need to feel the twilight in your hush
If I push you away it's 'cause I'm not close
I'm drawn there 'cause she moves my pulse
We're out of time, we're out of time
There's no reason and there's no rhyme
We're out of time, we're out of time
And you know it
Don't you know I'm so sorry for my kiss
there's no worse lie than from aching lips
For anything I let you believe
try to understand her smile stole me
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