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We shared a bed but never touched |
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Next time we compensated in a rush |
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We're showing no signs of fatigue |
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I've Got a friend to act as a go-between |
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There's a distant drawl to your delivery |
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You deliver me. |
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And when I'm dry you resuscitate me |
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You resuscitate me. |
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This bed's too tight |
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Stepped upon your records in the night. |
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Put on your favourite skirt |
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've got a plan that will never work. |
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This isn't the first time but it still feels innocent |
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I just want to kiss you. |
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There won't be a time when my mind strays to you |
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No, I'm not going to miss you. |
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Under fireworks in Brixton |
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Two carousel hearts spinning |
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If it's a grower |
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Why can't we take things slower? |
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She dreams of the roller disco |
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A head full of curls on the pillow |
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If it's a grower |
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Then why can't we take things slower? |
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I don't know if you made it |
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But you accommodated me |
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When my mind was elsewhere. |
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Out on deck the dawn arrived. |
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In your grey sweater, oversized. |
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The rooftops glimmered for our eyes... |
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Under fireworks in Brixton |
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Two carousel hearts spinning |
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If it's a grower |
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Why can't we take things slower? |
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She dreams of the roller disco |
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A head full of curls on the pillow |
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If it's a grower |
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Then why can't we take things slower? |
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We were straying |
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At the lock-in, after hours |
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If it's a grower |
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Why can't we take things slower? |
