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Is it hard to wait |
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Drawn by your mongrel heart again |
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If you don't answer, would you want to be found out |
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You duck through the wind in your old blight on the town |
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Love is turning you out |
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Sliding worry round |
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I try to warn its waiting game |
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To bring that spectre down |
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And would it be wrong |
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To clamp down on your racing heart, love |
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And if they'd known, what sifted down to be found out |
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It's not what you deserve |
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Love is turning you out |
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Sliding worry round |
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I try to warn its waiting game |
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To bring that spectre down |
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Faster than you were going to allow |
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Turn out the lights or say get out |
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If you don't answer, would you want to be found now |
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Five days on, trapped by a wave |
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Love is turning you out |
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Sliding worry round |
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I try to warn this waiting game |
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To bring that spectre down |
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Black corn was soaking |
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You'll be cut down in the seedy stairway |
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If you don't answer, would you want to be found now |
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Sapped from the bed to the window |
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Looking back on that time |
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Starting in the minds |
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What it is to be twenty nine |
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Fame sets your life down |
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Would it be wrong |
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Would it be wrong |
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To disappoint you now |
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Disappoint you now |
