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Memories, there's a reason not to knowOur wet dreams are the reason we goWhere the wild angels goTo lose the time, to lose their mindsThey crawl up to catch you from behindIt's feeling you up just when the twilight curtains come to callIt turns you on until the darkness gives way to the dawnMemories, there's a reason not to knowOur wet dreams are the reason that we goWhere the wild, wild angels goTo lose the time, to lose their mindsThey crawl up to catch you from behindIt's feeling you up just when the twilight curtains come to callIt turns you on until the darkness gives way to the dawnIt's feeling you up just when the twilight curtains come to callIt turns you on until the darkness gives way to the dawnTry, little girlTry it twice, little girlIt's nice, little girl From Letras Mania