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In a top floor flat |
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In the corner of the city |
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Waiting for your hair to dry |
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Sitting through a pile of clean clothes |
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Waithing at a bus-stop for a downport to pass |
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How long will this last? |
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Washing up with cold water while you're in the bath |
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Resisting the temptation to look through the crack |
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Of the bathroom door |
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Though I've seen it before |
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Carpentry and magazines |
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Flights of stairs and wooden creaks |
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You've been calling to me |
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Long hauls and steep streets |
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Places I never reach |
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It's just a figure of speech |
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Washing up with cold water while you're in the bath |
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Resisting the temptation to look through the crack |
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Of the bathroom door |
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Though I've seen it before |
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And the nights just get harder |
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Synapses like brick walls |
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And my sensations are suspended |
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And I wish I could love you |
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Like I wanted to love you |
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I'm falling to bits |
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But I'll get used to it... |
