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Harlem
Harlem
Performer
Curtis O’Mara
Vocals
Michael Coomer
Michael Coomer
Drums
Jose Boyer
Jose Boyer
Bass Guitar
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Curtis O’Mara
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Lyrics

I'm gonna watch the sun Watch it 'til I go blind It's gonna put my skin to Put on not quite like you do I know that there's something evil under your pretty faith I know that you're keeping lies under your wicked tounge, too And I heard from one of your girls You're getting rid of me anyway I hope it's not today, 'cause I'm coming down to see ya' Why do you torture me, girl Why do you torture me Why do you torture me, girl Why do you torture me My friends say I'm a fool and that my head's full of shit I know that it's not true You gotta think to do and, You locked my heart in shackles, with the keys in the catfood Now I'm sick as a dog I don't think that we're gonna make it Why do you torture me, girl Why do you torture me Why do you torture me, girl Why do you torture me (Why do you torture me, girl) (Why do you torture me, girl) (Why do you torture me, girl) (Why do you torture me)
Writer(s): Michael Lewis Coomer, Curtis James O'mara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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