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I'm being followed home |
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I'm being followed home |
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I don't know what for |
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I don't know by whom |
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The smell of your dress |
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A face in the rain |
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The pavement shines wet |
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In focus again |
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Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh |
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In a dead seaside town |
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I tried to change my mind |
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For a well-balanced view |
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That was not mine to find |
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Heaven knows, all your stars are on show |
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They last a lifetime |
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And your hands leave their |
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Marks in the sand, they last forever, forever |
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It's clear to me |
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You fit so perfectly |
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In a dimly lit room |
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Just inside of the sea |
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His twisted face |
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Tells me to leave this place |
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You know somewhere |
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But I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there |
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Heaven knows, all your stars are on show |
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They last a lifetime |
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And your hands leave their |
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Marks in the sand, they last forever |
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They've followed me home |
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The one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar |
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Says something in a language that I don't understand |
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The street stinks of piss and dead fish |
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Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass |
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Air roaring in my lungs |
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Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me |
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Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls |
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Which way? A bottle smashes |
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The glint of a blade in the moonlight |
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Someone laughs, the corners turned and it's too late |
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And the first blow falls then nothing |
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I awoke on the beach sometime later |
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To a gray and sunless sky |
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Your voice still slithers in my head |
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I can't remember what you said |
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I get to my feet, my body aches |
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I make for the town for no-one's sake |
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My mind is a blur, I feel so weak |
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I see your reflection in the street |
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It's what you deserve, it's what you need |
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Just like those stupid books you read |
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I look to the sky, I see your face |
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Collapse in the road I hear you say |
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I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there |
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My wound's healing now and your imprint fades |
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Now just a pale scar for five vanished days |
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Your voice is so weak, your face is unclear |
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Your body a legend from a forgotten year |
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I've been followed home |
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I've been followed home |
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I've been followed home |
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I've been followed home |