Infatuation Songtext
von Sleeping in the Aviary

Infatuation
Infatuation
She′s just, a gold rush
I want her much too much
I'm searching every street
Ladies love shiny things
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Infatuation
I watch her like a clock
Waiting for her hands to cross
If she won′t say it, then not me well,
Humans need enemies of
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Infatuation


Our honeymoon vacation
Was our first conversation
She's a highway gas station
Convenient and forgettable
I keep her locket key
It don't open anything
And she′s gone now, so i′m singing
Sometimes it's love and sometimes it′s just spring time
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