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I need sugar |
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I need a little water of sugar |
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I get thoughts about you |
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And the night wants me like a little lost child |
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Locked in a safe place |
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Looking out the window |
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The dark move fast pass the window |
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The dark on the other side of the locked door |
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Click |
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Click |
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My thumbs on a tetras key ring |
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Moving in brilliant timing |
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You pick up the phone |
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And I'm imagining |
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Click |
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Click |
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Click |
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Click |
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Tiny wires in her ears |
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Sliding through the city |
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Tiny wires in her ears |
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Sliding through the city |
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Click |
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Click |
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Expected early in the morning |
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Expected early in the morning |
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Rising in the morning to speak to you |
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Beneath the feet of the city |
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Click, you disconnect from me |
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Click, when you come to take your century |
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Telephone breath between us |
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The will of the world is between us |
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Only these wires |
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Dust between the wires and green glass |
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In the distance, I am your tourist |
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Click |
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Click |
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Click |
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Click |
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Click |
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[Incomprehensible] |
