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[ar:Waters Roger] |
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[ti:4 33 Am (Running Shoes)] |
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So I stood by the roadside |
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The soles of my running shoes gripping |
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The tarmac like gunmetal magnets |
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Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face |
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Was the kind of a smile |
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That only a rather dull child could have drawn |
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While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight |
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But she was impressed |
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You could see that she thought I looked fine |
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And when she turned sweeter |
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The reason, between you and me, was |
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She'd just seen my green Lamborghini |
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"I think it was the Lamborghini." |
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So we went for a spin in the country |
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To feel the wind in our hair |
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To feel the power of my engine |
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To feel the thrill of desire |
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And then in the trees I heard a twig snap |
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Warning lights flashed on my map |
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I opened my eyes and to my surprise |
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There were Arabs with knives at the foot of the bed |
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Right at the foot of the bed |
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Oh my God, how did they get in here? |
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I thought we were safe home in England |
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She said, "come on now kid, it was wrong what you did |
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You've got to admit it was wrong what you did |
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You've got to admit it was wrong" |
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"Oh god....Jesus..." |
