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Copyright © words and music by Dean Batstone There's Seven grey church steeples along the road from me to you Three or four drawn curtains shading three or four cold rooms Thunder shakes the silence through the chrome between my legs Two more frozen hours ‘til I’m holding you again The trucks roll by like long grey ghosts, whining in the cold A pale face of a silent moon just hangs there like a bone White knuckles from my steel grip, white line keep me on track The love you give’s not wrong, girl, if it keeps me coming back Ch: I’m burnin’, baby burnin’, I can feel your golden skin I’m burnin’, baby burnin’, come on girl, let me in I’m burnin’, baby burnin’ to start it all again I’m burnin’, baby burnin’ for your sins One more filling station, yeah and one more cigarette One burnt out dexi sweetheart in her old mans new Corvette I said I’d be there by morning unless these wheels make me a liar When the sun comes through your window feel the flames of my desire Ch: Bridge: Green eyes feel their judgment So green eyes push me away Green eyes cry out for my love Green eyes are begging me to stay Inst: …hold this cold, dark leather and pull me to your breast ‘Til we burn together…. Ch: 2X
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