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The curtains are twitchin, this house is getting bored |
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The newborn is itchin to have a go at the cord |
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The curtains are twitchin by grubby little paws |
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That darken the stitching for a good gawk |
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The curtains are twitchin, and we can't help but look |
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Feed our bitchin at who gave and who took |
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The curtains are twitchin on these windows of the soul |
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Some call it blinking |
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Eyes open, eyes closed |
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All these gestures, like flowers |
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Feed ties and affections, like ours |
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My love, like ours |
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The curtains are twitchin, an involuntary tick |
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A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss |
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The curtains are twitchin at |
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Mrs.Carey's limp |
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A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp? |
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The curtains are twitchin at all who pout and preen |
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The director is screaming for less drama and more queen |
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The curtains are twitchin, please don't pick me last |
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Give me a star on my forehead, make me top of the class |
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All these gestures, like flowers |
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Feed ties and affections, like ours |
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My love, like ours |
