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LYRIC-A

Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
Everything is made from dreams

Time is made from honey slow and sweet

Only the fools know what it means

Temptation, temptation, temptation

Oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist

Well I know that she is made of smoke

But I've lost my way

He knows that I am broke

But I must play

Temptation, oh temptation, temptation, I can't resist

Dutch pink and Italian blue

He is there waiting for you

My will has disappeared

Now confusion is so clear

Temptation, temptation, temptation

I can't resist

Temptation, temptation, temptation

I can't resist 




Tom Waits