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Siberian Nights - The Kills
Written by：Alison Mosshart/Jamie Hince/Renee Scroggins

I could whip you up like cream
I could drink your seven seas
Is that too close for comfort

I could make you come in threes
I'm half way to my knees

Am I too close for comfort

For the tyrants in a rut I got a love
For the gutless dogs I got a love

For the doomed youth I got a love

Won't you tell me please
Why they got no love for me

Won't you tell me please
Why they show no love for me

I'll be charging through your dreams
Riding bare chest silver steed
Am I too close to the bone

Shake a little hup two three
I'm Jesus rip my jeans
Am I too close for comfort

For the millionth time I got a love
For the blue eyed boys I got a love
For the cruel youth I got a love

So won't you tell me please
Why they got no love for me

Won't you tell me please
Why they show no love for me

Won't you help me get through these siberian nights

Won't you help me get through these siberian nights

You know it's hard for me to be alone

Tomorrow we'll go back to our sides

But tonight I need some warmth