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Long slender shadows pulsating in windows |
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While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light |
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A different disease in another translation |
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Though you don't understand a familiar sensation |
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But who needs to talk when you're caught in the flavour of night |
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And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands |
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You, yeah you, are my friend |
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All that you want could be happening for you |
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Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight |
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Eyes you don't trust the fingers have beckoned |
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How long you got left--well, how long do you reckon |
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But who goes to waste when they're tasting the flavour of night |
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And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands |
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You, yeah you, are my friend |