Tempted

Tempted
All is vacant
I've been down before
I need replacement
Who knows
Just where the end is
Who cares
What you're defending

I can't see
What you want from me
I can't be, no
What you want me to be
Angel

Decending
She's never faking
You can see her eyes
There's no mistaking
She knows where the end is
She says
Just stop pretending

I can't see
What you want from me
I can't be, no
What you want me to be, no
Angel of mine
Angel

But she said
I'm not bothered
And you're the same
Well, I'm done with love
And you're to blame

Sit down
Why don't you listen
Have an open heart
Whoa to our position

Whoa
Whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Richard David Machin, Ian John Glover, David Gahan
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