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Tangled up in headphone lead |
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Hot rubber bleeds |
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Out of your Nikes and onto the shop floor |
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Now walk like a claw |
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I draw air on napkins |
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You dribble down bright lit aisles |
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Scratching at your smile |
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And run your thumb along the rims of tins |
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You use your hands like pins |
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I watch, drinking coffee |
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What music do you like? |
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I like anything that's good |
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Filling up your boot |
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Your trolley sighs as you make your goodbyes |
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You climb into your seat |
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And touch the steering wheel |
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And I wonder how you feel |
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I struggle with complex food |
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What music do you like? |
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I like anything that's good |
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From the carpark you see the sea |
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The polythene sea |
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From the carpark... |
