Midnight in the subwayShe's on her way homeShe tries hard not to runBut she feels she's not aloneEchoes of footsteps follow close behindBut she dare not turn aroundTurn around

I went into the butchersI said I wanted someMeatPass me some of that steak over thereYou know I lost my heart to a meathook That butcher man was some ladyHe really stole myPass me some of thatSlaughterhouse art I lost my heart to a meathook There's a meathook in my heartTearing me all apartRipping out my insidesBut I just can't get awayI just can'tMeathook

Slowly fading blueThe eastern hollowsCatch the dying sunThe night time followsSilent and blackMirror poolMirrors are the lonely placeWhere I meet you See your headIn the fading lightThrough the darkYour eyes shine bright We burn like fireBurn like fire in CairoBurn like fireBurn like fire in Cairo Shifting crimson veilSilken hipsSlide under my handSwollen lipsWhisper my nameAnd I yearnYou take me in your armsAnd start to burn F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O Then the heat disappearsAnd the mirror fades away F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O Burn like fireBurn like fire in CairoBurn like a fire in CairoBurn like a fire, fire, fireBlaze like a fire in CairoBlaze like fire, fire, fireFlareWe burn like fireBurn like fire in Cairo

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You wear your smile like it was going out of fashionDress to inflame but douse any ideas of passionCarry your love in a trinket hanging round your throatAlways inviting, always exciting but I must not take off my coat Well I'm tired of hanging aroundI want somebody newI'm not sure who I've got in mindBut I know that it's not youThat it's not you You ask me questions that I never wanted to hearI am the only one just until you finish this yearI would murder you if I had the alibi here in my handBut you just laugh because you don't understand That I'm tired of hanging aroundI want somebody newI'm not sure who I've got in mindBut I know that it's not youIt's not you That it's not youNo, it's not youIt's not you

Walk across the garden in the footsteps of my shadowSee the lights out, no one's homeIn amongst the statues stare at nothingIn the garden movesCan you help me Close my eyes and hold so tightlyScared of what the morning bringsWaiting for tomorrow never comesDeep inside the empty feelingAll the night time leaves meThree imaginary boys Slipping through the doorHear my heartbeat in the hallwayEchoes round and round inside my headDrifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me disappearingCan you help me Close my eyes and hold so tightlyScared of what the morning bringsWaiting for tomorrow never comesDeep inside the empty feelingAll the night time leaves meThree imaginary boys singing:My sweet sweet childThe moon will change your mind See the cracked reflection standing still before the bedroom mirrorOver my shoulder, no one's thereWhispers in the silencePressing close behind mePressing close behindCan you help me Can you help me

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