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The Sweetest Perfection Depeche Mode The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind I stop and I stare too much Afraid that I care too much And I hardly dare to touch For fear that the spell may be broken When I need a drug in me And it brings out the thug in me I feel something tugging me Then I want the real thing not tokens The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind Things you'd expect to be Having effect on me Pass undetectedly But everyone knows what has got me Takes me completely Touches so sweetly Reaches so deeply I know that nothing can stop me Sweetest perfection An offer was made An assorted collection But I wouldn't trade The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone (nothing can stop me) The sweetest infection (takes me completely) Of body and mind (touches so sweetely) Sweetest injection (reaches so deeply) Of any kind (nothing can stop me) The sweetest perfection (takes me completely) To call my own (touches so sweetly) The slightest correction (reaches so deeply) Couldn't finely hone (nothing can stop me) The sweetest infection (takes me completely) Of body and mind (touches to sweetly) Sweetest injection (reaches so deeply) Of any kind

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