| All over my naked hands
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| Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear
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| And every step brings another
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| Every hour adds some more
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| Till I’m on the other side leaning on your door
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| Are the taps running, darling?
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| Is the air thick with steam?
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| Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame?
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| Every step brings another
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| Every hour adds some more
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| Till I’m on the other side leaning on your door
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| There’s a smell so sweet it’s sickly
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| It follows me into the room
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| Hangs in the air like rotting perfume
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| I never bathe in it, darling
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| Got down on my hands and knees
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| Got in so far, I became, well, a part of it all
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| I’ve been wading through it
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| Don’t you know it’s up to my neck?
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| And it won’t be long 'fore it’s over my head
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| And it’s the thought of you in my mind, keeps me..
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| Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn
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| Could always find my way home
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| There’s something there, can’t leave it alone
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| The trains they run all night
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| We could leave everything behind
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| Just bring that dress you bought when we first met
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| I know it’s faded, darling
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| I know it’s tattered and worn
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| In that dress, I could never love you more
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| I’ve been wading through it
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| Don’t you know it’s up to my neck?
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| And it won’t be long 'fore it’s over my head
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| And I can suck it into my love, breathe it in |