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Hide you from my eyes |
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Too many people that I probably despise |
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Just give me around |
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And I will fabricate a reason for their times |
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Your modest humour inbetween ... |
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But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean |
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Come from in a flat |
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But next to you we'll feel unsaintly and we're tacked |
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Me you took unclean |
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And I refuse cos I prefer the outward scene |
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Your modest humour inbetween |
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And the very fact you're hanging round suggests you might be keen |
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It's just that I watch you lying and it feels like spying |
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We maybe loved once but we are disturbed ones |
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Tries, but left me bare |
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To all the witnessing of what I knew was there |
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I make no excuse |
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Just give me ... trinity and I'll make use |
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Your modest humour inbetween |
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But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean |
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It's just that I watch you mess up and I clear what's left up |
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Is this rehearsal before our reversal? |