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i heard them through the bathroom tiles |
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huffing and puffing and sighing |
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they were making all the sounds of love |
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but maybe one of them was lying |
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the shock soon turns to laughter |
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the laughter into lust |
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i undid my belt and buttons |
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to do what lonely boys must |
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if i ask you why we never touch |
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you shrug it off and say "who knows?" |
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but it fills our home with hatred |
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just toss a coin and we'll decide who goes |
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cos no-one should be lonely |
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inside such a tiny space |
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i wish i could wipe you out |
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your cryptic laugh |
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your hands in your new face |
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we used to make the same sounds too |
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but we used to be so much louder |
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a perfect duet for me and you |
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sung with feeling, so much prouder |
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but now all we sing between dead air |
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is "fuck you" and "who were you with today" |
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i don't think either of us care |
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it just gives us something else to say |
