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zuò cí : Pulp |
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You know sometimes... when we' re lying together... |
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And I know you' re asleep... i can hear the soft sound of your breathing... |
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So I get up... and |
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I go to the window... outside... i can see all the houses... |
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Curtains shut tight against the night... asleep beneath the rooftiles... |
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And as I stand here... i wonder... i wonder how many more times... |
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I' m gonna come here... i wonder how many more times... i' m gonna lie here... |
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And most of all... most of all |
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I wonder... i wonder what it means... |
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I just wanna know what it means... so |
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I woke her... |
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And we went walking through the sleeping town... |
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Down deserted streets... frozen gardens grey in the moonlight... |
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Fences... down to the canal... |
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Creeping slowly past the cooling towers... |
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Deserted factories... looking for an adventure... |
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I wandered the streets calling your name... jumping walls... |
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Hoping to see a light in the window... let me in... |
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Let me come in... let me in tonight... |
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Oh I see you shivering in the garden... |
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Silver gooseflesh in the moonlight ... she' s balancing... |
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There are so many others... with unbroken eyes... |
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No cellulite afternoons... and she is balancing... |
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Balancing on the edge of ugliness tonight... |
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She is balancing... |
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Good god! My legendary girlfriend, |
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She is crying tonight, |
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Oh no she doesn' t feel right, |
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She' s got noone to hold, |
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Her love is a sham, |
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He is dancing somewhere. |
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Oh no he doen' t care, |
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Oh well, he' ll never know. |
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Jump... touch my hair... i wanna... i don' t care... cos tonight... we could, |
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Maybe we... maybe we can touch the sky... do you think that we can... |
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Do you think that we can... touch the sky... please... i know... |
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I know it' s not forever... but tonight |
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I don' t care... |
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Your skin so pale in the moonlight... |
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And the way your lips swell up when you' re asleep... |
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Nothing else matters... do you know how much |
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I want you? ... |
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Can you feel how much |
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I want you? ... |
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OhPitsmoor woman |
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Oh letOh let me in tonight |
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My legendary girlfriend, |
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She is crying tonight, |
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Oh no she doesn' t feel right, |
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She' s got noone to hold. |
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Her love is a sham, |
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He is dancing somewhere. |
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Oh no he doen' t care, |
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Oh well, he' ll never know. |
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And all the stars came out tonight, |
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And the moon came on it' s face, |
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It shone right though the clothes she wore, |
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It shone right through the dress she wore. |
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Good godOh, y' know... listen... listen... please... oh... i just wanna... |
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I just wanna... ... he falls to sleep again... no cheese tonight... she knows |
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My legendary girlfriend, |
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She is crying tonight, |
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Oh no she doesn' t feel right, |
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She' s got noone to hold. |
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Her love is a sham, |
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He is dancing somewhere. |
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Oh no he doen' t care, |
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Oh well, he' ll never know. |
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And all the stars came out tonight, |
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And the moon came on it' s face. |
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It shone right through the dress she wore, |
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It shone right through the clothes she wore. |
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And the stars and the moon, |
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And the stars all came down today. |
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Oh please love me tonight |
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Good God now! |