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Tangled in feathers |
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Tired and hoarse |
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Caught up in tethers |
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You are the source |
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We start every morning |
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With two little jabs |
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Won't it be strange when |
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We stop splitting cabs? |
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Whenever you're drifting |
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From pillow to pillow |
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You always expect me |
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To lift up my window |
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Whenever you finish |
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Taking on trouble |
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You always expect me |
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To start seeing double |
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Carry the weekend |
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Fist in the air |
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Tonight you'll be back with |
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Hands in my hair |
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Whenever you're drifting |
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From pillow to pillow |
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You always expect me |
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To lift up my window |
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Whenever you finish |
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Taking on trouble |
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You always expect me |
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To start seeing double |
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I'd rather see you in colour |
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I'd rather see you in colour |
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I'd rather see you in colour |
