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On a night like this |
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I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice |
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You come over to my place |
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Screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. |
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Well, I wish you'd keep quiet, |
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Imaginations run riot, |
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In these paper-thin walls. |
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And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names |
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I don't know who to call. |
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I got a friend over there in the government block |
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And he knows the situation and he's taking stock, |
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I think I'll call him up now |
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Put him on the spot, tonight. |
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They saw me there in the square when I was shooting my mouth off |
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About saving some fish. |
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Now could that be construed as some radical's views or some liberals' wish. |
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And it's so hot outside, |
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And the air is so sweet, |
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And when the pressure drop is heavy I don't wanna hear you speak. |
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You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. |
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When it's too hot to breathe |
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And it's too hot to think. |
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There's always someone looking at you. |
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S-s-s-s-someone's looking at you. |
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They're always looking at you. |
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Tonight, they're looking at you tonight. |
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And I wish you'd stop whispering. |
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Don't flatter yourself, nobody's listening. |
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Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. |
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You may as well |
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Shout it from the roof |
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Scream it from your lungs |
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Spit it from you mouth |
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Hey if it falls on deaf ears |
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To indulge all your fears |
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There's a spy in the sky |
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There's a noise on the wire |
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There's a tap on the line |
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And for every paranoid's desire... |
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There's always someone looking at you. |
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S-s-s-s-someone looking at you... |
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They're always looking at you. |
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Oh, on a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice... |