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Maximo Park - Your Urge |
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You don't have to deny your urge, |
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It doesn't make you bad. |
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On our admission the make weight's lifted, |
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Stop dwelling on the past. |
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I think about the three of us, |
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I wonder how we tesselate, |
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It would have been much wiser, |
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To allow these feelings to rebate. |
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Empty words so free of connotations, |
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All dreams come to an end. |
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Codify your utterance, communicate your needs, |
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Prepare your vocabulary. |
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My nervousness prevails me, |
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My thoughts are becoming fugitive, |
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And when I'm in your arms, |
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I wonder how much I can give. |
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The weekend is a Godsend, |
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The night time is a lifeline, |
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Another useless fumble, |
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Another drunken stumble, |
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The pinkness round your iris, |
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Reveals that you've been crying, |
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But I don't know what my crime is, |
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I cause upset without trying. |
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People are judged on their mistakes, |
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And how much money that they make. |
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No-one wants to lose their youth, |
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In a trench like this. |
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Visiting the same places, |
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Kissing all the same faces, |
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Building up support, |
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Looking for rapport. |
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I empty out my pockets at the end of the Night, |
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Another scrawled first name, |
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Another sense of shame. |
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I need to get to bed, |
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Before I fail myself again, |
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We got to close that night, |
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And I reached out for your hand. |
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The night time is a lifeline, |
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The weekend is a God send, |
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Another useless fumble, |
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Another drunken stumble, |
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Oh but the pinkness near your iris, |
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Reveals that you've been crying, |
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But I don't know what my crime is, |
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Behind my crumbling veneer. |
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My strength is sapping, |
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My heart strings are snapping, |
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Ooooooooo. |
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My strength is sapping, |
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My heart strings are snapping, |
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Ooooooooo. |
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Ooooooooo |
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