In an empty room, I'm a copy
Maybe crash and burn like gasoline, burn
On empty streets and pavements
Running from the heat, adrenaline rush
Got the wrong address
Transfer L.A.X. into the dance café
You had your eyes on me
Too many gates, men of many trades
Back at the dance café, they had their hands on me
I'm no fucking doll, you play me
You and your boys, remember my name
How did we get that close to nothing?
These eyes alone are quite enough
Got the wrong address
Transfer L.A.X. into the dance café
You had your eyes on me
Too many gates, men of many trades
Back at the dance café, they had their hands on me
You're closer!
Dead heat!
You're closer!
Dead heat!
You're closer!
Dead heat!
You're closer!
Dead
Got the wrong address
Transfer L.A.X. into the dance café
You had your eyes on me
Too many gates, men of many trades
Back at the dance café, they had their hands on me
Dead heat!
Dead heat!
