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A single bulb swinging from the wire
Your eyes are cold but your questions are fire
You want the names, you want the date
But darling, you’re just a little too late

Smoke rings rise to the ceiling
I’ll give you nothing but the feeling
That you’re losing control of the game
I’m just a face without a name

Look at the clock, it’s a quarter to three
You’re trapped in this room, you’re trapped with me
The tape is rolling, catching my sighs
But you won’t find the truth in my eyes

Smoke rings rise to the ceiling
I’ll give you nothing but the feeling
That you’re losing control of the game
I’m just a face without a name

Keep asking...
Keep guessing...
I'll never tell.