Lyrics:

In an empty room, I'm a copy
Maybe crash and burn like gasoline, burn
On empty streets and pavements
Running from the heat, adrenaline rush
Got the wrong adress
Transfer L.A.X. into the dance cafe
You had your eyes on me
Too many gates, men of many trades
Back at the dance cafe, they had their hands on me
I'm no fucking doll, you play me
You and your boys, remember my name
How did we get that close, to nothing?
These eyes alone are quite enough
Got the wrong adress
Transfer L.A.X. into the dance cafe
You had your eyes on me
Too many gates, men of many trades
Back at the dance cafe, they had their hands on me
You're closer!
Dead heat!
You're closer!
Dead heat!
You're closer!
Dead heat!
You're closer!
Dead...
Got the wrong adress
Transfer L.A.X. into the dance cafe
You had your eyes on me
Too many gates, men of many trades
Back at the dance cafe, they had their hands on me
Dead heat!
Dead heat!