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Suede |
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Coming up |
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Suede : Trash |
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Maybe, maybe its the clothes we wear, |
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The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, |
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Maybe its our kookiness, |
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Or maybe, maybe its our nowhere towns, |
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Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, |
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Maybe its our looseness, |
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But were trash, you and me, |
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Were the litter on the breeze, |
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Were the lovers on the streets, |
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Just trash, me and you, |
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Its in everything we do, |
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Its in everything we do... |
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Or Maybe, maybe its the things we say, |
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The words weve heard and the music we play, |
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Maybe its our cheapness, |
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Or maybe, maybe its the times weve had, |
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The lazy days and the crazes and the fads, |
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Maybe its our sweetness, |
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But were trash, you and me, |
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Were the litter on the breeze, |
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Were the lovers on the streets, |
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Just trash, me and you, |
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Its in everything we do, |
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Its in everything we do... |
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Were trash, you and me, |
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Were the lovers on the streets, |
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Were the litter on the breeze, |
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Just trash, me and you, |
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Its in everything we do, |
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Its in everything we do... |
