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JC = Jarvis Cocker |
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CG = Charlotte Gainsbourg |
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Otherwise both |
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10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 |
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In the time it takes a handkerchief to fall to the ground |
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One of our lives will be over |
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JC: Brocade waistcoat catches glints of morning light |
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Silk damask swathed in bottle green memories |
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We've travelled from station to station |
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We now approach our final destination |
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The only way to awake you was to slap your face |
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So stand up straight and let me take on final taste of you |
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CG: Before we walk the agreed number of paces |
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CG: And turn to face our fate |
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CG: The coup de grace delivered so delicately |
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CG: You always had such exquisite taste |
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CG: Morning sky stretched tight as a drum |
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CG: Tension released in an instant |
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JC: Brocade waistcoat flecked with blood in the golden light |
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You were dead before you even hit the ground |
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We've travelled from station to station |
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Now we've reached our final destination |
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Watch all trace of colour draining from your face |
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Stoop to take my final taste, one final taste of you.. |
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JC: And ice crystals always have 6 points |
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JC: Though every one's unique |
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CG: They melt on the tongue and no-one's ever counted them all |
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CG: But you've tried |
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CG: You |
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JC: You, so cool and calculated, |
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JC: A real cold fish |
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So measure this |
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So measure this |
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