| If lust and longing were all we knew
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| And love was kissing on the roof in view
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| Of the office workers and their camera phones
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| My heart would pump to let you know
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| That you could take this song, if it’s any good at all
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| Hide it somewhere when your new love calls
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| And if he asks if he hears music playing
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| Tell him it’s the rattling of old bolts and chains
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| That held your heart in but now you’re starting
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| To forget you ever knew me and you won’t let me in
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| If lust and longing were all we knew
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| And you were someone special, and I was too
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| For would you take this song, put it on your wall
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| Hide it somewhere when your lover calls
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| If he asks if that’s music playing
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| Tell him that’s the rattling of old bolts and chains
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| How it went old so quickly but that was long ago
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| When you could fall in love with every one you know
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| And consume the songs like DNA
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| Cut me open and tell me what they’d say
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| Pierce my skin with your arrow and bow
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| Saint Sebastian can tell you what he knows about that
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| And how it feels, oh, ohh, let me in
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| She says break the rules now
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| Talk like you’ve got nothing to lose
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| Don’t dance with nobody else
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| And he’s drunk at the wheel again
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| Rumoured to be somewhere with a monster smile that’s way too tight
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| Let me tell you what I know
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| She’s got to leave this alone
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| Ohh, find a way out of here
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| She can still make it home
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| Now we both know longing, how it gets under your skin
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| But then I saw you making eyes at him
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| When you could take me over, take it all
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| Close that distance, smash that door
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| Meet me up or take my call
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| One last time before you crawl
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| Into the back when your lover calls
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| Under the bed when his bullet falls
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| If he asked if it’s music playing
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| Tell them that’s the rattling of old bolts and chains
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| In the night when you watch it fall
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| All you gotta do now
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| Is let me in, let me in, let me in
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| She fixes studs onto her ballet shoes
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| Walks like she’s got nothing to lose
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| Still she just can’t look at no one else
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| While in the basement there is dirt on his knees
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| Trembling to see what she’ll reveal
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| When everybody has gone home
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| Let me tell you what I know
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| We could just leave this alone, ohh
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| And find a way out of here
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| We could just make it
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| Her arrows are flying, they don’t hit their target and
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| She’s in her basement crying
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| She can’t give this much of a fuck again
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| So she’ll go to another with Clergerie heels on
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| Dance with him to the beat of this song
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| Teach him that the beast must earn his horns
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| And me I’m just another number son of generation kill
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| These days too much time to kill
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| And if I see her I’ll tell her you said hi |