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wide awake at 4 in the morning |
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killing time on the blue highway |
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dragged in the day like a body |
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buried the night under where I'd layed |
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on all the sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me |
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oh yeah, it's like the club in my hand |
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it's my favourite brand |
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and you've touched everyone |
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oh yeah, it's like the back of your hand |
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on the tip of my tongue |
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and it's starting to get fun |
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kids say I didn't see it coming |
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busy just plucking your burrs |
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I take long walkes 'cos they're numbing |
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only wanna speak in code |
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on all sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me |
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oh yeah, it's like the club in my hand |
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it's your favourite brand |
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and you've touched everyone |
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oh yeah, it's like the back of your hand |
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on the tip of my tongue |
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and it's starting to get fun |
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cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart |
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like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart |
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cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart |
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like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart |
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oh yeah, it's like the club in my hand |
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it's your favourite brand |
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and you've touched everyone |
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oh yeah, it's like the back of your hand |
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on the tip of my tongue |
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and it's starting to get fun |
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and it's starting to get fun |
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and it's starting to get fun |
