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!