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Are you coming round |
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Is it warm enough |
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I've been the only one to touch you |
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For so long now |
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Have you grown tired of my advances |
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Is it growing dark |
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I've been the only one to cry for you |
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For so long now |
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Have you grown tired of my tears |
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Could you ask for more |
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Than these corridors |
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Where I've been the only one to lie for you |
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For so long now |
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Have you grown tired of my inventions |
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How you're growing up |
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I've been the only one to die for you |
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For so long now |
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Have you grown tired of my big ideas |
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No word of this |
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Lest anybody remembers |
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The names, the faces, the ages, the genders |
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The hair, the eyes, the lips and the legs |
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We'd rather not suffer fresh burns from the embers |
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Of dying old fires and shared cigarettes |
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It's not happened yet |
