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we broke into the swimming pool after dark |
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I was sleeping through chains and padlocks |
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and she was all smiles and thighs |
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some girls know just how to wink |
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as they climb lonely steel gates |
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eyelash to eyelash to |
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eyelash to eyelash to |
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eyelash to eyelash to |
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well she drops bombs and her name is gunshots |
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and my name is daggers and payphones |
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because the nights too young |
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for punk rock kids like us to grow old |
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and her with the photo of the seas and out of town |
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and me with my shock realisation that suddenly i didn't nearly say |
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good morning the local lonely cyclist |
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and loathsome adoped small town kid |
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small town kid |
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small town kiss |
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she looks good when she looks back to leave |
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she looks good when she looks back to leave |
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oh she looks good when she looks back to leave |
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she looks good when she looks back to leave |
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when she looks back to leave |
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when she looks back to leave |
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when she looks back to leave |
