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Through these gash old rags |
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These racks and grates and straps of bags |
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Like a berry in the leaves |
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Or a swallow in the rotten eaves |
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I see your beautiful feminine eye |
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I watch it reflect the moving sky |
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Tapping my foot to your favourite tracks |
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Leaking from your headphone backs |
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In these ropes and poles |
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With "PLEASE WAIT HERE" and aching soles |
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Like a diamond in the rough |
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Or an emerald in a crimson cuff |
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I saw your elegant feminine eye |
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I watch it watching the clock tick by |
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Tapping your foot to my favourite tracks |
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Leaking from my headphone backs |