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Turn your eyes to me |
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I am watching every move you make |
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What should |
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I wear today on my sleeve? |
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Let's take a step and move away |
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Underground is where we'll stay |
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For a while [Chorus:] |
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I will mix my tongue with strings and drums |
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And give my soul away |
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Can you hear them come? |
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Strings and drums |
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You're my mystery |
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You are always at my fingertips |
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Without you |
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I'm just bones and skin |
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I will lick your cuts and be your bruise |
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Until I fade from deepest blue |
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Into white [Chorus] |
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I will change my words from nouns to verbs |
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And never be ashamed |
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Can you hear them come? |
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Strings and drums |
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I am writing myself clean |
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I am selling myself cheap |
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I am aching for a touch or a taste |
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And I'm aching, aching, aching now |
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I'm holding, holding, holding out |
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I'm calling, calling, calling out to you [Chorus] |
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Strings and drums [Chorus] |
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I will change my words from nouns to verbs |
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And never be ashamed |
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Can you hear them come? |
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Strings and drums |
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Strings and drums |
