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Doorways |
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corners |
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and the street lights dance in your eyes |
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Behind the cinema |
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in the rain |
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in the subway |
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where the walls crumble and cover you in fine dust |
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cos we haven't got a home to go to |
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touch me |
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on the back seat, on the top deck |
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talk dirty |
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on the back row |
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can you feel me |
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against you? |
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oh no |
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we shouldn't |
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we shouldn't |
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we shouldn't |
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I want to |
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...mmmm... |
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What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? |
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it wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong |
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oh touch me |
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and then go whilst i can still taste you |
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oh yeah leave me |
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and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow |
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Someone wants to watch by the side of Alena Stores |
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in the doorway, in the rain |
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Did he see us? |
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Do you care? |
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Pull the night-time tight around us |
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and we can keep each other warm |
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whilst the cars drive by |
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en-route to dried-up dinners |
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and strip-lit kitchens and the smell of gas and potato peelings |
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What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? |
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it wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong |
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oh touch me |
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and then go whilst i can still taste you |
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oh yeah leave me |
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and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow yeah |
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We've got to go on meeting like this |
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I don't want to live with you or anywhere near you |
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I want to catch you unawares |
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undressing in front of a window maybe |
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impressed with those things I drive by |
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Did you see me? |
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Could you tell that I was watching? |
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Did it make it feel better? |
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Yeah, it was good for me too |
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Did you think about me? |
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Did you close your eyes? |
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Think that maybe |
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it was my hand that was touching you |
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my breath against your face? |
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and when you opened your eyes |
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did the world tip off its axis for a few seconds? |
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And you thought you'd caught a tiny glimpse of someone? |
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Something here with it's shoulders moving towards you? |
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Yeah I did too |
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and it felt good |
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and it felt good |
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and it felt good |
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In a strange kind of way |
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in a way that things that aren't supposed to feel good |
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sometimes do |
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oh take it away |
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yeah |
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What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? |
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it wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong |
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oh touch me |
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and then go whilst i can still taste you |
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oh yeah leave me |
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and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow |
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What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? |
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it wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong |
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oh touch me |
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and then go whilst i can still taste you |
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oh yeah leave me |
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and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow. |