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Suburbia's a slipstream |
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to a memory |
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of a time when you were |
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close to me |
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I pretend |
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I'm there again |
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I close my eyes and see you |
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better than before |
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then I feel you touch me |
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and it's 1984 |
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I know what you will say |
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before you start |
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in my heart |
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We're the Pet Shop Boys |
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We're the Pet Shop Boys |
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Every thought's a fashion |
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or a crime |
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and every boy is just |
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a waste of time |
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but I pretend |
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it was different then |
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Maybe it's a habit |
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Maybe it's a sin |
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But I find out |
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when I try it on |
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it crawls beneath my skin |
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Once it gets inside me |
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it won't go |
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Now I know |
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We're the Pet Shop Boys |
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We're the Pet Shop Boys |
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Rent |
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Shopping |
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Being boring |
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It's alright |
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It's a sin |
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I'm not scared |
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In denial |
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I want a dog |
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I want a lover |
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Can you forgive her? |
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Do I have to? |
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What have I? What have I? |
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What have I done to deserve this? |
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We're the Pet Shop Boys |
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We're the Pet Shop Boys |
