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Lips like semaphore to my heart |
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We slither and slide and slip |
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Stings like aerosol in my eyes |
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And nothing compares to this |
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And it's ever so clear |
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And it's ever so plain |
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For the strangers, the strangers |
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And it's ever so clear |
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And it's ever so plain |
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For all the strangers out there |
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Pips from oranges spat away |
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To gutters and drains and bins |
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Left like promises on a tray |
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When you delivered yourself to him |
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And it's ever so clear |
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And it's ever so plain |
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For the strangers, the strangers |
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And it's ever so clear |
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And it's ever so plain |
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For all the strangers out there |
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A paper trail on the road |
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That was left for the gulls |
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And like the birds flying north |
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It's been growing cold |
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And it's ever so clear |
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And it's ever so plain |
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For the strangers, the strangers |
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And it's ever so clear |
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And it's ever so plain |
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For all the strangers out there |
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For all the strangers |
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For all the strangers out there |
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For all the strangers |
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For all the strangers out there |
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For all the strangers |
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For all the strangers out there |
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For all the strangers |
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For all the strangers out there |