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You thrive on dancing in our laps |
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Before the more familiar chaps |
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And oh the curtain leads to fever |
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We watched a womaniser cry |
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And in the last sip you and I |
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Declared we might require a breather |
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I am the truth true through and I |
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Can feign excitement fluently |
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As solid as I can busk shock |
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With well presented merriment |
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And I know all too well |
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I shouldn't break the key off in the lock |
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And the tumble splits the frame, revealing silk and fit |
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In the fright lined dining room |
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Throw a gaze towards them while they feast |
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The days drag their heels when you're not there to crack the whip |
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And the weeks wait to burst like a sache of brass |
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The old pantomime villian follows my coat |
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And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slots |
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And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop |
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The cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing |
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Drowned bags of sugar in the night |
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Rocketing shuttered doors despite |
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The shop not opening for hours |
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You can itch, flap, and whistle |
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And try to avoid the talk |
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As I scribbled over drivel you were snoring, showing off |
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The tumble splits the frame, revealing silk and fit |
| [03:09.94] |
In the fright lined dining room |
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Throw a gaze towards them while they feast |
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