It's the damages of lust
Left out in the rain
Your soul turns to rust
And it just doesn't work anymore
And you can't adjust.
It's The damages.
The damages of lust.
You were captured and got the bust
You replaced the love
The damages of lust.
To get to that secret hiding place
To her it's a must
It's the damages of lust.

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