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you were dancing like a dying matador |
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amongst an armada of four by fours |
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we were running in the morning |
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from the land of lego |
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fugitives of rainbow road |
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where all the golden pavestones littered rainbow glow |
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but if it's every-fucking-where you go |
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then surely it's no rainbow |
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no 'hi there's or 'how do you do?'s |
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just a blur when i was introduced to you |
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no chats of weather or dissertation deadlines |
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i knew we were leaving |
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yeah, we were leaving |
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me and madeleine |
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and now i'm scribbling chick-lit-tle hearts |
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i tell my friends and they all rip me apart |
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paper aeroplanes launched across the bar |
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with piss-take love notes |
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embarrassing to say the least |
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peeling the label of your orange reef |
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we made a swift exit at double speed |
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discussing rainbows |
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no 'hi there's or 'how do you do?'s |
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just a blur where i was introduced to you |
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no chats of weather or dissertation deadlines |
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i knew we were leaving |
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yeah, we were leaving |
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me and madeleine |
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i knew we were leaving |
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yeah, we were leaving |
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me and madeleine |
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i knew we were leaving |
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yeah, we were leaving |
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me and madeleine |
