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In a bed and breakfast in Brighton |
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I can't consent to kissing with the lights on |
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The hiss of tapes before bedtime |
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Keeping quiet while the floorboards squeaked |
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Inexpensive reproductions |
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Of diamond-studded tears |
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Beneath the silk screen, |
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Cardboard surface |
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Felt and Fraser shimmer |
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I drew you sleeping |
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As the new year came in |
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Dark italian hair amongst my faded striped linen |
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Caressing your tender skin |
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And now that faded piece of paper |
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Is the only remnant of our love |
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You came back and shrank this city |
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You gave these streets a reason to be |
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Please let me listen to one last song |
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Before I leave the house - I don't mind if it makes me late |
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I drew you sleeping |
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As the new year came in |
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Dark italian hair amongst faded striped linen |
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Caressing your tender skin |
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I will be left behind if I can't move on |
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I will be left behind 'cause I can't move on |
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He's taller than you and He's taller than me |
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I can see him everywhere |
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I drew you sleeping |
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As the new year came in |
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Dark italian hair amongst my faded striped linen |
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Caressing your tender skin |
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The light caught your tender skin |